Confessions Of A Grave Robber

My last moments upon me
I await deaths release
The walking dead are at my door
On the floor is a mangled corpse
And only I am to blame
My acts as a ghoulish fiend
Has marked my family's name

Killing myself is the only way to avoid this gruesome fate
End this haunting nightmare gnawing at my brain
To the brink of sanity, conversing with the dead
In search of morbidity I went as my sanity was bled

Had the living known my deeds of blasphemy
From the gallows I would surely hang
Excavations of the sick, no morality
Uncovering forbidden realms, pleasures seldom seen

Chamber of decaying flesh beneath my cellar door
Collecting the trophies of death, a ghastly testament to gore.
There was one tome of filth I had yet to lay my hands upon
Something only whispered of horrific lore

Buried deep in cursed crypts keep it from the fools
Scavenging forgotten lands like a bloodthirsty ghoul
And whence I came to where the plunder was interred
I tore it up with shrieks of glee, I was seriously disturbed

I wrestled it from the skeletal grip of the mad prophet Abdul Al Hazred
Desecration was of no concern, I had broken every fucking rule
Had I known what was to come I would have let it lie in eternity
But Alas all warnings I ignored

Unholy atrocities performed by full moonlight
The ghoulish task of robbing graves
Found myself the perverted tomb quite a ghastly site
This sickened sort is what I crave

Bound in human skin, inked in fresh spilled blood
Rotten incantation, spells to raise the dead
Scriptures of the living dead, key to obscenity's door
Pinnacle of disgust, accursed Necronomicon

I awoke to unnatural screams coming from beneath the floor
As I descended the stairs my darkest fears came flooding back
Seized by the throat, I struggled for breath all went black
A reeking, choking stench like none I had encountered before
Unconscious I collapsed, escaping reality
When I came to, nothing did I see
But the room stained blood red with human debris