I lay still in black room…flat on my back
Left ear receiving transmissions from hell
No mercy, No quarter…No light through crack
Pungent odor abounds…’T is death…I smell
Each night I await him…scythe in cold grip
His foreboding shadow…etched upon wall
Soon we shall sail on his vast ghostly ship
‘T is my only escape…from life’s cruel pall
Heart without hope, no release and no you
Elicits terror I’ve not known before
Perdition daily, ‘tis no life ‘tis true
I lay still in black room…steps on the floor!
Goodbye my darling, here I ne’er belonged
If only we’d time…for one final song
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