Pouring down, on top of me,
specks of dirt in harmony

Crawling through these eyes,
are the black winged flies

Slithering out of my nose,
are of worms that do not glow

What taste comes from my mouth, it's rot that pours on out

Sounds that call my way,
are crying skies of grey

For I took a ride,
that had changed my life

Beaten & strangled,
I was left mangled

Thrown in a shallow hole,
is where now lies my soul