In my 4x7 archaic room
The rancidity of decay sickens
Even the strongest man.
In my 4x7 archaic room
Dwells the rotting stench
of earthen musk.
In my 4x7 archaic room
Rats gnaw on fleshy bone
Through casket holes.
In my 4x7 archaic room
If only they knew
I was still alive.