Carneous Cacoffiny

Striking up my discordant underture
 A carnal cacophony perversely penned
 Transposed... and decomposed
 On strings fashioned from human twine
 Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow
 Garishly incarcerated... the dead resonate
 In a final death-throe
 Vibrant as I thresh...
 Movements scripted for the dead...
 Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct
 My corpus concertos cordial
 Disinterred... and detuned
 With six feet below
 In harmony with the deceased
 My inspiration... your disintegration
 For my latest masterpiece
 My scope creeps your flesh...
 Notes seep from sinewy frets...
 But don't hold your breath
 As you wait for your god or the void
 Or the abyss of nothingness
 Your usefulness isn't through
 Your productivity I resume...
 My sorbid, soiled handicrafts
 Will be your afterlife's handicap...
 ...My corrupt crescendos...
 ...Will leave you out on a limbo...
 ...Your disposition I unleash...
 ...You will rest in my piece...
 With deadly dynamics
 You're dead, buried and barred
 Your remains dampened and fingered
 Your mortal coil is barbed
 The death-bells are peeling
 Ringing out as you flake
 Shrieking out their recitals
 A celebration of your wake...
 Enter my funereality
 My world two metres under
 A curious habitat
 Your muddy trench I plunder
 Pass on to ethereality
 Churned out under the sextant's blade
 You live your life in wretchedness
 And death is no escape...