I Wipe The Maggots From Eyes

As I Wake From My Deathlike Sleep

Surrounded By These Black Walls

Lid Closed Tightly

Bleeding From Every Pore

In Either Reality Or A Shadow Of Madness

My Flesh As One With The Rotted Thoughts

That Pollute My Skull



Through The Haze Of Disturbing Depths

My Veins Flow Black

Sour And Poisonous

I Feel The Flesh Separating

From My Desiccated Face

I Am Living Death

I Am Of Darkest Origin

Screaming As I Struggle To Awake