Fall in Love, Rise in Anger

Eighteen hundred hours
February fourteenth I died
Falling slowly

With a broken heart

I watched on

While family and friends

Broke down paying their last respects

There has never been

A happier corpse

Departing for the afterlife

It's been five years

Since I had a visitor

Rest flowers upon my door

Smashing like glass
The piece of heart that was left

Out of sight

Out of mind

Hurts a hell of a lot more

Than when I was alive

My anger fueled

By a hunger I cannot control

A world of corpses and I

Rose up, the birthday

Of the living dead