Alliance

Death is fondled Teased till pleased To smell the odor Of the deceased A visit from reaper Slice of his scythe First swing a miss He had to swing twice Third time's a charm But it leaves no cuts Thrown in a coffin I laugh as it shuts Can't kill the dead Been decaying since the womb Trapped inside my head But escaping this tomb Dripping blood Smirk from liquid dirt Slipping in the mud Still completely alert Need life to defeat Buried so far away Stagger to the forest In process of decay Hungry for revenge When I reach population No one feels a threat Until after mutilation The grim returns To gather up clients Quickly he learns He and I are alliance