Where are they ?
Where are they ??
Buried
Where are they buried ???
Buried and dead
Dead with knobs on
Their pale rotting flesh
Knobless haunting hours of
Solitude awaits
Where are they ?
They are here – NO NO NO
We are
Not them
We are Unburied / Undead / Knobsy
They are ember
We still burn – passion alight
They are Dead – We learn and burn
At night
