Reforming (Cold Limbs)

From my sleep of rotting pain
Torment squirming inside
Gnawing of the parasites
This hunger must be fed
Once again cold limbs move
To rip the warmth desired
Suck the necks of headless ones
Transfuse their fucking life

Dead flesh has filled with breath
Living apparition hungers for death
To my bones rotting flesh clings
This is not death, but a reforming

Amidst the others i walk free
I cannot fulfill their need
Schadenfreude, feeding death
The sickness starts to breed