Beneath A Stone Grave

For years I have laid
Surrounded by silence
Undisturbed for years
In a death so peaceful
So what is this noise?
Has my crypt been disturbed?
So what is this noise?
Has its seal been opened?
Even though I lie
Entombed behind
This large stone grave
I feel a presence
I feel a warmth
The kind death knows not
I feel a warmth
The kind that betrays the living
"Oh mortal being
You have disturbed my sleep
And I ask why?
I don't encroach on the living
So why must you awaken the dead?
The fetid air
Is my resting place
And I wish to be left alone
In this darkness I wish to be
Surrounded by the cold of stone".