Lantlôs
Coma
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