Conscious coma.
 Life is grey visions,
 Barely perceptible.
 
 Waiting for dissolution
 Clinic exitus.
 Physical decay.
 
 Like a thousand crystals
 Running through my veins
 The poison benumbs.
 
 On the toilet floor I lie.
 Reduced to filth and stench.
 Home. Warmth. Life.
 
 Seconds separate me from the outer world.
 Conscious coma.
 My delightful decay.