• Pull me out the cold drawer and you'll see,
    The stiff pale body of one that has drowned in the sea.
    Let your fingers run all over me,
    As you imagine me screaming as I plea.

    Massage the stiffness from my bones,
    Wash me harshly as if grinding stone.
    I know you miss me but I must atone,
    For the sins of my life.

    Pull the white sheet away from me,
    Place the scalpel under my chin as I giggle with glee.
    Ignore all that you think you hear,
    A laugh you say? Don't be silly I'm dead my Dear.

    Slide the knife down as the skin parts,
    Curve down past my unbeating heart.
    This is the worlds most beautiful art,
    As I gaze inside you and then you must start.

    Reaching in to pull things out,
    Imagining me screaming,
    I know you loved it when I would shout.
    Now my minds teeming with maggots and snot.

    As you staple my mouth shut,
    I feel you reaching into my gut.
    Twisting and turning,
    My insides are burning!
    Feeling the heat of the kiln.

    You pump the liquid into my veins,
    Forcing me to never think again.
    Turning my pale skin peach once more.
    As I feel it fill me to the core.

    As you stitch me up real tight,
    I feel the warmth of the light.
    Pulling me away from a world so cold,
    Taking away someone who was always old.

    I feel something I haven't felt in so long,
    It's something I love,
    Nothing like a ticking time bomb.
    I feel so calm.

    And now I am Embalmed.