I live not amongst the living Can not live lest i am back Amongst the dead an empty shell a shadow of a man until Im back- home,- where - i - Belong. I welcome dead and i depart the shell yet echoes of pain rest inside my head The only living im now collecting the dead’s hopes and misery their torments live within me False memories of places i ve – never been Adding an extra scar just to make sure that the blood -still - bleeds Or are these lunacy inflicted dreams?
Besieged by the dead, occupying my head I belong to the place where existence subsides
Giving way to the carrion, these soulless bags made of flesh to reign They pursue their - lifeless - motion
Temporary stuck between their family and the grave In wait to be buried forever unfathomable transition
Leads – my - mind- astray into oblivion Visions of madness lunacy inflicted dreams So lucid they live within me The torments of the dead described Rejoicing in agony of dead flesh I m at peace within confinement of abattoir
I yearn to be the one with my morgue My soul burns for desire to witness
Creator Who did so many beautiful wrongs In sickness…