Lies

The sweet smells of rotting flesh.
The wooden coffin with walls of purple velvet.
The suit I wore when they buried me, buried me alive,
with their lies stuffed deep down my throat.
They are afraid of me, afraid that I will wake up and
tell the tale about their hypocrite lies.
And one day I will rise from my grave, crush through
the dirt and wood.
And then I will betray them.

Onother bad day...