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Bound and left for the beasts, what awaits is no end No shade finds my flesh, and the catching fibers are slowly burnt to a crisp And such a darkness, the vision of my eyes, Whatever lies ahead The rotting time, The old home of my mind... the dust and asbestos that corrodes what fragments remain. left for my demons- I'm simply waiting for time to drag me away and down, for the rotting feast... to begin waiting for this life to fade away with every bite.