The Grave Robber by Creep Creepersin


The Grave Robber
By: Creep Creepersin

I was just lying in the ground,
When someone seemed to have found,
The place of my eternal slumber;
In the dirt, a box my cover.
My box was pulled out of the hole,
My body, my box, this woman stole.
The woman, blonde, was dressed in black,
And on a carriage she took me back.
Back to the dungeon where she resides;
When a flame of lust appeared in her eyes.

On a table, my box it lay,
She pulled the top of my box away.
Pulled out my stiffened corpse from the box,
And on the ground my box was tossed.
She pulled the worms out of my skin,
Dug out the maggots from within.
She kissed me on my cold, dead cheek;
My frozen hide, it was so bleak.
But joy was sent into the heart of this thief,
Who joyfully breathed a sign of relief.
"No longer am I alone!" she cried;
But alone she was, for I have died.

She took me then into her bed,
Upon my breast she laid her head.
I felt a tear roll out of her eye,
Onto my rotted, cadaverous hide.
I wanted to tell her that it was all right,
But, I am dead and I have no life!
She laid there and cried herself to sleep,
And did that every night for weeks.
Until something happened one day;
Brittle and old, I withered away.

"Not again!" she cried out in fear,
"Please come back to me, my dear!"
My whole body, it was turned to dust;
No bones, no flesh, just powdery crust.
But, my skull was still intact for my love,
And she picked it up as if it were a dove.
She placed her lips against my teeth;
Maybe not my heart, but my skull she shall keep!

The End

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