O` how I long… to be a corpseTo lie eternal beneath a blanket of warm earth.To achieve the sleep, at long last, eluding me as a mortal.O’ how I lust for death!Ever romanticized by scythe an d human bone.I know you in truth (and covet you so)O’ to obtain my tranquility, through violent death!Though I’ve yet to earn this right..Perhaps soon you shall be mine.I draw ever closer to my goal, my own (delicious) blood pours out of me.O’ how I lust for thee!Soon my love…I shall lie with you…