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