گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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.
