Autopsy - Walls of the Coffin


wipe the maggots from eyes 
As I wake from my deathlike sleep 
Surrounded by these black walls 
Lid closed tightly 
Bleeding from every pore 
In either reality or a shadow of madness 
My flesh as one with the rotted thoughts 
That pollute my skull 

Through the haze of disturbing depths 
My veins flow black 
Sour and poisonous 
I feel the flesh separating 
From my desiccated face 
I am living death 
I am of darkest origin 
Screaming as I struggle to awake

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