Relieve, the realm of the dead
In complete darkness you awaken
Knowing where you are
Breathing tastes thin and dry
Your primal fear
Begins to stir
Helpless awaiting the reaper to come
Fighting against the
Nothingness
A thousand colours surrounding you
Relieve, the realm of the
Tasting blood coming
From under your nails just makes you aware
All the scratches in the wood mark your final attempt
Tasting blood coming
/ from under your nails just makes you insane
Being just six feet
Underground
Still an escape cannot be done
Heavily breathing your last
Breath
Your face expressing it all
Witness your own oblivion now