Fastened into your floating tomb,

Milk and honey, lubricant of your doom,

force fed to make you shit,

the bowels are emptied,unto this pit.

Locust storm approaches,eating at your flesh, fucking in your wounds.

you are doomed to die, the only uncertainty is when, how and fucking why.

Drifiting further towards the sun, the heat tears at your flesh,

burns through your eyes.

The swarm bears offspring, unto your wounds, their starvation, not greater than yours.

visions of the past life, floating through your mind, is this really insanity, or have i already died?