Broken, like a shadow of a dead man, that old bench feeds on my memories for so many years.
My scars never mend, and my blood displays the color of my skin, I lost my heart beats long ago, I lost my hunger, my face failed his humor, my rims stop trembling, all is still.
I'm a shadow of a dead man, and my casket is expanding like a tide of death, like a nightmare of a thousand demons.