• A damned place is this
    Between living and dying
    To live in ignorant bliss
    Without even trying

    A body with no soul
    A soul with no home
    The cask grows cold
    The light starts to come

    The surroundings are still
    Yet sounds are heard
    He could feel their will
    And not hear a single word

    He looked back at them
    They paid no mind
    They only ignored him
    The reason he couldn't find

    As he turned
    The world disappeared
    His chest felt burned
    Twas as he feared

    The cask grew colder
    The soul grew bolder
    They all weep
    Yet he still creeps..