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Walls Of The Coffin


I wipe the maggots from eyes
As I wake from my deathlike sleep
Surrounded by these black walls
Lid closed tightly
Bleeding from every pore
In either reality or a shadow of madness
My flesh as one with the rotted thoughts
That pollute my skull

Through the haze of disturbing depths
My veins flow black
Sour and poisonous

AUTOPSY

Walls Of The Coffin / AUTOPSY

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