Inside this derelict corpse in which I walk these emotions I must purge,

The other side is smelling sweet in this twilight, harder it is to fight this urge,

In the this sea of life my lungs are filling, the mind and body demand to diverge.

Haunting whispers from ethereal lips promise tranquility, while shades and wraiths distantly hum my dirge.

All the beauty in life has been carved of it's viscera during my strife,

Through the labyrinth of my mind I wander, but every hall ends with the knife,

From pores my blood bubbles, as perseverance fades with cowardice now becoming rife,

Further still I sink in this sea, tendrils of crimson pass my lips, in these depths silence proceeds ended life.

Now in the retrospective view of my memories, my mistakes seem lucid and odd,

How here now I still long for the summer heat full of smiles and laughs while running through fields of goldenrod,

How sad to be born dying, yet still yearn to **** others spirits completely to ease your own walk through this facade,

Floating now upon the surface amongst the throng of bodies the breeze carries away my last whisper, 'There is no God.'