Rotting Rose( part 3)

Lightning and electricity A new being named fear A monster: a corpse bride I'd raised within days I'd died A monster I Limp closer and closer At the cemetery they exumed my body For experiments of science My murder didn't matter it was something else they were after Digging and escalating in their laughter They'd use me as a tool, have me die and revived on a schedule- *Present* Now with this rose I limp forward towards those to be studied up close.