Eternal Sleep

In his own putrefying flesh he drowns,
Suffocating in this wooden dungeon.
The bile of his memories seeps into the dirt.
As this body, God’s gift to him is pillaged by Maggots and worms.

His skin will wither, unraveling himself
While his soul desperately clings on to matter.
A motionless character he is now,
Lying there in decaying slumber.
As he awaits the advent of Hell.