I wake up to a foul smell,
As wrought up by some rotten hell,
And open up my eyes to see,
A corpse, eyes likewise facing me,
Encased inside a skin-like sheath.
The body, high above the ground
With cords and wires wrapped around,
Is strapped up to the ceiling where
Its gaunt and ugly face does glare,
At me who stares in fear, beneath.
Beneath the beddings, I did yell,
To feel the carcass as it fell,
For with a snap the wires gave,
And dropped the demon from its grave,
To crush my body underneath.
Its mangled face to mine does press,
And sends my stomach to my chest.
And by the beating of my heart
I feel its molded lips depart,
Revealing rotten teeth, beneath.
