In the Vault - Puteraeon

An undertaker by trade

Coffins for the dead I made

I work carelessly

But the dead won’t complain

In the vault

It’s me and the dead

Alone in the dark

A hastework for funerals

The corpses must fit

Correcting my errors

Adjusting the stiff

I saw through bones and meat

I literally swept him of his feet

Trapped in the tomb and can’t get out

8 caskets and I

In the vault

Iot’s me and the dead

Arranging the coffins

A stairway to my

Escape

I need to climb

To exit this cursed vault

I can’t see where I put my feet

But hear the coffins creak beneath me

My foot breaks through the top coffin lid

Cursing aloud my careless work

Something gnawing at my ancle

The rotting corpse who’s feet I severed

A hastework for funerals

The corpses must fit

Correcting my errors

Will the dead need his feet

Woke up in the asylum

And the nightmare still haunts me

In the vault

I lost my sanity

In the vault

It’s me and the dead

In the vault