I am lying here being dead It feels like having sweet dreams It does not hurt I am tranquillised From different sides I see me Patiently I am awaiting For what is soon to come My carcass swallowed by nature This process has just begun Flesh gets weak, it is melting My face is not what is has been There is no cure, in existence Await the ending silently Maggots feed on my rottings Thousands crawl inside of me Flesh has turned into liquid When it is gone I will be set free I float into the other side My soul is carried by seas of blood I am dead this is the afterlife A place without a so called god