The cemetery essence

The stinking stench of the cemetery
The air is filled - the dead got up.
He examined the crypt with an immortal gaze
I'm tired of sleeping in a cold wall.
I stood up, just staggered a little.
He gulped air greedily.
He tried to open the doors
A portal has opened into the world of the living.
I walked through the doorway and was disappointed.
I saw the dead world there too.
That world was broken alive.
All the attributes of life are trash.
Oh, how everything is sold, depraved
And there is no reason why you came
I wanted the corpse to die back
He swept the dust off someone's grave
He sat down, thinking sadly
He wrote this verse.
Waiting for misunderstandings,
I read it in front of the public.
He knew there was no hope.
That they won't understand him now.
That all the living are just ignoramuses.
That after death, the hour will come
When it will also become sad,
And you will want to return your life
When the dead get up from the grave,
Another one who understands the essence.
The question may not be interesting to you
"Who is that dead man?" Ask me.
"Did you write that the verse is so unflattering?"
I will answer proudly – "It's Me!"