The Undead Swordsman

[Verse]
Weak
Injured
Not left to die but dying nonetheless
These remains are toxic
Let the marker placed serve a warning
There'll be no breath lost over this
I can't watch as the story unfolds
I won't grow new arms to help you carry the load
My skin crawls at the thought of opening that door
And catching just a glimpse of what's going on outside in the world
I'm safe in here
In the dark rotting away
There's so much more left to lose than just my mind
It hardly seems worth it but I ready myself