Out of Respect for the Dead

Lurking in the shadows on the prowl again
To satisfy my need for rotten limbs
The moon is my companion shedding light upon the pale
I dig and crawl in stinking soil to feast again
The night is calm and quiet now, my grunts the only sound
I found what I am looking for again
Affection towards rotting flesh is my sick deed
These people still need comforting and care
My new friend unveiled
Age and gender unknown
The rush of desecration
In my veins
Forced to accept my command
Death cannot be the end
So I gather their bones for a feast
Out of respect for the dead
The night is calm and quiet now, my grunts the only sound
The moon is my companion shedding light upon the pale
Once again