The Lachymal Sleep

Useless numb existence, I breathe
My tired limbs crawling through mud

sickening clamour from bodies so still
weakened by each moment I breathe

let me slip into hiding
let me dream, one final dream

in this coffin of light
in which I live, kills my will
to feel alive
I beg you to, help me through

red colours the broken
embodies the snow
I bleed with the cold