Fears like vultures circle. Hands cold and raw
Crawling upwards on my spine
Locked away with myself, scorn in the looking glass
My mirror companion makes me retch, makes me choke
And my sleep is bleak and torn
Writhed til the crack of dawn
How I seek for rest to come
Utter oblivion
And I weep for all that's born
Destined to lapse and mourn
The misery-inflicting self
Haunts my afflicted shell
And the sheets are falling down
Tearclad unto the ground
As my blood runs in reverse
This wretched life I curse
Roaming paths across the fields
Crows are cawing in the wind
Lying dazed here at the edge of night
Emerging exit dreams beset the mind
Still my sleep is bleak and torn
Writhe til the crack of dawn
How I seek for rest to come
Utter oblivion
Night engulf me
Become as one with my gloom
Devour this abject nonentity
No awakening at morn
No anguish ever reborn
Finally I exceed
The boundaries of mundane sleep.