Discarnate By Design

For every casket contrived, there was a life prepared for its abode. But now the ground holds the living, how shall this work? In the ground, beneath the soil her feral will to live exceeds her. As she realizes in this appalling pastime she was nothing but a pawn. A simple murmur amidst the dawn- the dawn of being, a time for believing. Oh how the night reminds me of my shadowed thoughts. My malicious plot unveiling to me what redemption I had previously lost. A ghost she becomes without a home. She is bodiless and doomed. Remember me? Twisted lady, I hope you regret everything insincere. As a hammer, try to cohere. Your indifference is my motive to make you suffer. I hope you enjoy this velvet cover. You'll die just like all the others.