Lantlôs
Coma
Conscious coma.Life is grey visions,barely perceptible.Waiting for dissolutionclinic exitus.Physical decay.Like a thousand crystalsrunning through my veinsthe 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.
From Letras Mania