undead

wake up with dead skin under nails

and glass breaking between teeth

the room is painted velvet and cold

like the filthy insides of a used casket

crushed plaster cemented throats

skin caress by muddled fingerprints

there is something familiar in the air

the smell of feathers burnt by rain

enveloped by thickly layered darkness

like troubled letters ripped in pieces

weighed down by a glass tapestry

closed windows end with broken locks

- deathetix