Six from Almost Close by ArsAuctor

Deep within my dreams there is no sound
Coming from your corpse six feet underground
You speak in tongues through this planchette I move
You’re promising silence once your body is exhumed
How can we go underground?
Beneath the winding sheet is my rival infiltrator
I memorized your epitaph to deride much later
I sung out my dirge as I began to dig
Summoning your soul from the hell where you’ve been damned to
How can we go underground?
I set down my shovel
With plans to disinter
I crack open your coffin for one last favor
I said your name and then you awoke
I carved out your heart like it was a joke
How can we go underground?
Six-feet under

• Experimental
• experimental art rock
• Nashville