Undead?

Sitting up, I shake myself free of the dirt that owns me. The carnal miseries of past lives; the tired carnival rides. The empty eyes which once met mine, now look curiously away... leaving me furious. I tend, these rancorous wounds, with barbed wire and hot ash's boon. Pull each rotten tooth from this stiffened jaw; smile victorious. Stretching, these skeletal limbs, I seek the sun once again. Dusty bones clanking in harmonious candor. I step, out from the grave, the home I had saved; to walk in the sin of forgetting to lie down and die.