He opens his eyes but he sees only black
Dazed and confused he whispers “I’m back!”
He pushes and pushes it’s so hard at his age
But his persistence pays off, the wood’s old and decayed
As the lid starts to move, his ambition swells and it grows
He wants to go back, back to the life that he knows
His hands clear the dirt, his fist punches the air
“I did it, I did it, I’m back, I’m here”
He coughs and he splutters he struggles with breathing
Coughs up a slug, a worm and now he’s heaving
“Better slow down, I’ve not long been around
Better take my time or it’s back in the ground!”
He dusts off his clothes runs his hands through his hair
He should feel relief but he feels only fear
There’s no one to turn to he feels so alone
He’s looking down at his coffin down at his headstone?
Overcome with shock he breaks into a run
“What’s happening to me, what have I become?”
Am I a zombie, a vampire, a creature of the night?
I’m a righteous man so I’ll do what’s right.
He holds up his head and turns back around
Ignores all his senses, every smell, every sound
Back to his gravestone he jumps six foot under
He pulls the lid back on and the dirt crashes like thunder.
“What brought me back, witchcraft, voodoo or maybe black magic?
I had my time, now it’s over, how tragic.”
He takes a deep breath, then exhales and he sighs
In the cycle of life everything lives then it dies
He was clever in life, in death he’s still wise
So he lays back his head and he closes his eyes.