Skulls decay as earth delights it’s marrow
Worms feast upon flesh past the morrow
Oh putrid soil, rejoice with your everlasting captives
As the reaper keeps the toll bell active!

I found myself in the plain of light
Bereft and devoid of peace and lovely sights

There was inside of me a morbid compunction
Pulse upon pulse, heart bleeds and barely functioned
The cylinder had plucked its last chime
The clock had clicked its last time
But alas, I do sense a sweet dulcet
Should I venture along its path decussate?