Conscious coma. | |
Life is grey visions, | |
Barely perceptible. | |
Waiting for dissolution | |
Clinic exitus. | |
Physical decay. | |
Like a thousand crystals | |
Running through my veins | |
The poison benumbs. | |
On the toilet floor I lie. | |
Reduced to filth and stench. | |
Home. Warmth. Life. | |
Seconds separate me from the outer world. | |
Conscious coma. | |
My delightful decay. |