Conscience has me easily disturbed
the moving things around me makes me weep
Why can't they stop so I can see them properly?

It makes me wonder if I'm slightly in daze

My hands are thrown into a great fire

My inner ear is singing
singing like a huge church choir


Decomposition of my eyes won't help my vision
this isn't quite as funny anymore
Corpsepaint isn't really necessary

I haven't got a pulse anyway