I wipe the maggots from eyesAs I wake from my deathlike sleepSurrounded by these black wallsLid closed tightlyBleeding from every poreIn either reality or a shadow of madnessMy flesh as one with the rotted thoughtsThat pollute my skullThrough the haze of disturbing depthsMy veins flow blackSour and poisonousI feel the flesh separatingFrom my desiccated faceI am living deathI am of darkest originScreaming as I struggle to awake