for even in pain we can sleep

slowly but gently
my body is breaking down
one by one by one by one
the pain in my head hurts so much
so much so that i think i'm going to die of an aneurysm
it's throbbing my senses away

i've lost complete knowledge of time
of this hidden reality so forged by my prison

stomach wrenching contortions
greet me every ungodly hour
them pain is so great
that it is almost so soothing

what have i done
where did i go
to have such pleasures
so generously bestowed on me

Est Sularus oth Mithas