In the bleeding, the ink is spilling
When I'm dreaming, mists chilling
Then the rising, with no disguising
This world with the flesh writhing
The end is calling and I'm listening
I've no way out, flesh quickening
Am I dying, I forget
The corporal body, was once ignored
As the warning signs were offered
Now nothing remains, save regret
“Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death
and death will have his day.”
