Darkness is whispering; I fell asleep as
the wind blew the sun from the sky.
It fell and impaled me and I started
bleeding. I can't tell if I'm still alive.
Eaten by crawlers, and I started screaming;
I can't get it out of my head.
Decomp and swelling and rotten and crippled
Now I feel that I am dead.
Madness is shameful, yet I am insane
and I can't make much sense of myself.
Squirming and writhing, my mind flips over
and I do not need any help.
Senses are stifled and I cannot say
if I feel much different at all.
Twisting and turning, my soul cries out to you;
I'm down on my knees and I crawl.
Numb to the pain, I go on through the flames
and I don't feel nothing at all.
Crying and weeping just aren't in my memory
and I couldn't hear you call.
