With cold dead hands, a ghost I am to you alone now.   With cold dead hands that are unseen, unfelt, and unanticipated.   With cold dead hands, my visits are unknown to you making you shiver, and lips embalmed in ice.   With cold dead hands, I will call...

This body! A living, breathing corpse! May my home become my tomb. Have I been entombed alive all this time? Buried with windows of sunlight, Looking out over the trimmed grass of my grave. Where the name on my mailbox is a...

I've been laid to rest in eternities of cold. Death vents no warm breaths. The rigor mortis of my cadaver constricts my song's once soulful pipes.   They say Hell is hot - oh contrary! The inferno keeps no dancing flames, my abyss is one of...