Feelings of pure dread
Of sheer horror and fear
Encircling one's head
Dark and unclear
...
Waking up this morning
At the very crack of dawn
The sun was shining
I gave an almighty yawn
...
Look me in the eye
The one that is open
The one able to cry
The other you have broken
...
The State Of Death
Feelings of pure dread
Of sheer horror and fear
Encircling one's head
Dark and unclear
Motions of unease
Discomfort of the unknown
As if walking on grease
A piercing internal groan
Ghosts of past life
Reemerging its head
Causing such strife
Leaving all dead