When spoken wells the blood off the veins
Spilling, streaming, pouring to parch
Indeceased, dreaming
Sever and decapitate limbs
Way back is known
No sweaty bed
No decaying coffin
No fear
No d**h
No names
No words
No fear
Where may I astray
Cured off the pain and life
Emotions calm
Vacant of anger and regret without gazes of hope
Wasting facilitation
Wasting vexation
Triumph is nothing
Being, won't decay
Suffer, away