This day this month called life cannot be real

Down up down up around South where Death lay

Everything my palms touch does not have feel

 

He signed the deed to my corpse with a seal

New found knowledge pain does not float away

This day this month called life cannot be real

 

Excruciating, never-ending deal

Terror yet excitement stand in my way

Everything my palms touch does not have feel

 

To this my pleasure while my fresh skin peals

Motionless, to let Death do the decay

This day this month called life cannot be real

 

Arms open for his embrace death takes my wheel

Cracked free my eyes a haze of black and greys

Everything my palms touch does not have feel

 

A dream or real what to make of this spiel

Taken by Death himself to my dismay

This day this month called life cannot be real

Everything my palms touch does not have feel