Katalepsy

He go the tired of this world and it’s crawling race
And he choose not to live on this suffering surface
It was when in the reverse side of agony he found out this bedstead
As he never wanted to live on the up side

Preferred to meager into his unclean and dark tomb
Where he had food his own filthy kind in years
And fortified himself day by day as a bloodthirsty parasite
Sucking as fuel all those lifeless corpses

In the grave