Black, and acoloured scene behind Black, are my eyes shut or black A collapsed reality out of my numb mind Boundless dark or a locked self My life is passing by Memoirs of decay Lost on the stage Like scenes of a play A tragedy standing still Or forgotten under years of dust I imagine to see, but my sight is asleep My brain is not There is so much pain I can hear what I breathe Not air but some speech A funeral echo far away Yet some creatures are here On my unseen skin, consuming my hands They are devouring me, they are devouring me Devouring me Words fade away They are blessing my soul I can feel something cold Not fear, my blood I imagine to see, but my sight is asleep My brain is not There is so much pain I can hear what I breathe Not air but some speech A funeral echo far away Yet some creatures are here On my unseen skin, consuming my hands They are devouring me, they are devouring me Devouring me Boundless dark in my inner self My life is passing by The blackest silk, crawling worms This is my coffin I am dead