I Am A Corpse

I committed suicide by cutting my wrist, and my blood drained away, becoming a dried corpse. The corpse was buried in an ancestral bronze coffin, and on the Ghost Festival, it was resurrected

I control my body with human will, traversing between the realms of life and death. I have loved, I have hated, I have taken lives, I have vanquished spirits

I am a corpse, I will never age. I stand at the highest point of this world, looking down, and all I see is desire

This is my story, this is my biography