Resurrection Part1

Beneath the dirt there's a presence that begins to stir. No longer it lays isolated through death.
The grave had allowed an uprising of its mad. Breath awoke an evil within. Something had immersed,
allowing this privilege to arrive. Through a wasted torment, he awakens to the remnants of what is. 
Forever he was bound by the curse of mercilessness. No longer would it allow him to wallow in torment.
A change had come, sweeping through the deceased until it had found its claim. Marked forever, he was
owned by the ink that flawed his skin. His once handsome features were now replaced by a grey 
deserted appearance. Youth had dissolved, there was no heavenly existence running through his veins.
Into the very depths, death still held residence. Emotion once wasted away the moment the inked web
had taken up solace down the length of his arm. The pattern had taken him down into a journey
of destruction, His mind had dismantled, piece by piece. Now deliverance wouldn't hold his soul to weakness. 
Death had paved way for a new deliverance. Harry Soloman stepped from his surroundings. His existence had
been unearthed through the darkness. Now as dawn approaches, the spider within has come out to play.