Rotter

You’re not restrained, but still they cut
And once you’re drained, you’re out of luck.
You’ve got something they need.
Put to the test, arms by your side
Unlock the chest and open wide
Hungry minds want to feed
You wanna live after you die?
The bones you give will never lie,
Hanging out on your own.
There ain’t no eyes, in the front of your head,
A body that dies but isn’t dead.
Live forever by the tome.
There’s something round the corner,
It scratches at your door.
Loss impossible to comprehend
Yet impossible to ignore.
So don’t cower in the corner,
Try not to fall from grace,
‘Cause when it knocks once, twice, thrice at your door
Stand tall meet your fate face to face.
You rot and fester, eyes awake
A grinning jester will give not take.
They host a hearty feast.
Clipboard in hand, pen full of ink
You lie, they stand, on the brink
And checkbox the deceased.