The dead rise again
The only remnants can be seen in the light of memories, for
the new self is rotting away
Like news paper blowing in the wind
Like garbage that's flushed down the latrines
She eventually finds the comfort of the sewer
And the poison as her solice
She's got no eyes, because she cannot see me
She's got no flesh, for her touch is infectious
The back of her throat is laden with white
And her eyes are glistening red
Living, dead, undead, victim of weak restraint
She lost comfort in the world because she never gave it a chance