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Stripped of the swathes of humanity

Moving further on from what use to be

In this living shadow what is left of me?

Echoes of my voice lost aeons ago

Can I have a taste on my absent tongue?

Can I force the air into my empty lungs?

Around my neck, a piece of rope is hung

As good as dead, but life won't let me go

Release me I want out of this

Nightmare Ignorance is bliss

Bane - What is yet to be is what I forgot

Stain - A stain of life I am, either dead or not

Strain - Strain is all I feel for the remains of me

Pain - Nails into my hands, I wish I could bleed

The new day brings the same void

A chasming clot where blood once boiled

Fading whispers from the past

All around me dying fast

Cold enwraps my desmesne for all fire is gone

Gone with lasts of my hope

In these chambers of bone, In these halls of the blind

I'll forever be gone - With my feverish mind

Pain, I want to feel it again

For it's better than still

But it's all that remained

After the door was sealed