Veiled in linens torn and pitch
The lonely resurrection
The lich
Calling all the bones and leather
To be bound by necromancy
Together
And so the sad orgy begins
He weeps knowing these are his only lovers
His most sophisticated masturbation
This varicose swelling of s** and wept sludge
Gibbers and lurches in the darkness of the earthen pit
His orgasm is heard by no one