Relieve, the realm of the dead In complete darkness you awaken Not

knowing where you are Breathing tastes thin and dry Your primal fear

begins to stir Helpless awaiting the reaper to come Fighting against the

nothingness A thousand colours surrounding you Relieve, the realm of the

dead Tasting blood coming from under your nails just makes you aware

All the scratches in the wood mark your final attempt Tasting blood coming

from under your nails just makes you insane Being just six feet

underground Still an escape cannot be done Heavily breathing your last

breath Your face expressing it all Witness your own oblivion now