Breakfast At Manchester Morgue (Let Sleeping Corpses Lie)


The bleak sun rises through the smog stained clouds
The day begins in a very somber way
The stench of the dead in the Manchester morgue
The stench of sterilized deacay
The hideous signal

I open my eyes, livid with sweat
Obnoxious film, but where have I been?
Strapped to the table, burning fluids course within my veins
Mortific eyes cannot dissuide that I see
My plight is realized, I am dead but I see
I feel the pain of the rush of formaldehype
The brittleness of my bones

And they said I would never live again
The buzzing in my brain
The never ending pain
The hunger I possess
Within this rotten mess

I break the straps and rise to feed
The necrotic fluid bubbles, human viscera I need
Corner the fightened doctors, they say this cannot be
As I devour their pulsing flesh, their blood will comfort me

My cohort rise from their crypts
The morgue is in terror
Blood rolls from our lips
Some mangled bodies strewn in chaotic disarray
Breakfast is served at the Manchester morgue
The beginning of a horrifying day
No end in sight
Our number multiply

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