To see the interior of a dark coffin

What is it like to be inside dead..?

Is there something I might perceive,

Or is it just infinity...?

Viley maggots swarm within stale pus,

Accelerating rate of putridity...

Thought patterns preserved in energetic form

Or is it lost, lost in infinity...? ...Fierce...



Is there something that I might live,

Or is it all lost in nothingness...?



Weakened tissue starts rapidly to degrade

Under progressive foulness, former vital organs

Are replaced by a clumb of corpse tumors

Is that what expects us in the deep -

Just corpse tumors...?



[Solo: "Hymn for an angel"]