As light is going from my eyes I feel a Cold breath in my face.
To describe it is to accept it what never was.
A feeling so unbelievable, that it shakes the ground.
Don´t believe what i may see that makes a noisy smell.

Dying Colours drip from my nose

The war in my head is holding on till the coming of sleep.
I can´t decide if i am just awake or i´m dreaming.
The walls are wandering around the world in that i live.
If that is Death that is embalming me i´ll live within.

Drying Colors drip from my chest