Striking  up  my  discordant  underture

A  carnal  cacophony  perversely  penned

Transposed...and  decomposed

On  strings  fashioned  from  human  twine

Lovingly  wound  and  fretted  upon  my  bow

Garishly  incarcerated...the  dead  resonate

In  a  final  death-throe

Vibrant  as  I  thresh...

Movements  scripted  for  the  dead...

Orchestral  horrors  I  vehemently  conduct

My  corpus  concertos  cordial

Disinterred...  and  detuned

With  six  feet  below

In  harmony  with  the  deceased

My  inspiration...your  disintegration

For  my  latest  masterpiece

My  scope  creeps  your  flesh...

Notes  seep  from  sinewy  frets...

But  don't  hold  your  breath

As  you  wait  for  your  god  or  the  void

Or  the  abyss  of  nothingness

Your  usefulness  isn't  through

Your  productivity  I  resume...

My  sorbid,  soiled  handicrafts

Will  be  your  afterlife's  handicap....

...My  corrupt  crescendos...

...Will  leave  you  out  on  a  limbo...

...Your  disposition  I  unleash...

...You  will  rest  in  my  piece...

With  deadly  dynamics

You're  dead,  buried  and  barred

Your  remains  dampened  and  fingered

Your  mortal  coil  is  barbed

The  death-bells  are  peeling

Ringing  out  as  you  flake

Shrieking  out  their  recitals

A  celebration  of  your  wake...

Enter  my  funereality

My  world  two  metres  under

A  curious  habitat

Your  muddy  trench  I  plunder

Pass  on  to  ethereality

Churned  out  under  the  sextant's  blade

You  live  your  life  in  wretchedness

And  death  is  no  escape...