Skin pale as a corpse,
Sharp teeth, long claws.
I sleep in a coffin
Full of dirt and bones.

The thick air stinks of mold and piss.
I hear coughing and groaning of unknown forms.
These dark rooms are where the dead dwell,
And the living go to die.
I wander through town at night
‘Cause I don’t belong to the day.

I dreamed of you again, Claire,
As a bug crawled in my ear.
You were wearing a white dress,
And your hair was on fire.
I have traveled far from home,
But the burning never ends.

I was once a warrior, had a name.
Those days are dead and gone.
Right here, I’m nothing,
A nameless grave
Whose company are the insects
That crawl and buzz in the dark.

Things I shouldn’t have done,
That I did anyway.
No matter where I go,
I carry death inside me.

Oh, life was not meant
To be lived alone.

Dripping sweat, swatting flies.
I got drunk on stale bread.
I stumble out to a field,
And vomit in the sun.