Discarnate by design

For every casket contrived,
there was a life prepared for its abode.
But now the ground holds the living,
how shall this work? In the ground,
beneath the soil her feral will to live
exceeds her. As she realizes in this
appalling pastime she was nothing but a pawn.
A simple murmur amidst the
dawn- the dawn of being, a time for
believing. Oh how the night reminds me
of my shadowed thoughts. My malicious
plot unveiling to me what redemption
I had previously lost. A ghost she
becomes without a home.
She is bodiless and doomed.
Remember me? Twisted lady,
I hope you regret everything
insincere. As a hammer, try to
cohere. Your indifference is my
motive to make you suffer. I hope
you enjoy this velvet cover.
You'll die just like all the others.