11th Hour

Living inside this comatose state,
I cannot feel -- love or hate.
No senses -- hear, touch, or smell,
I'm living in a world, of such horrible hell.
All I can do is pray, and wait,
wish I would die, I have no fate.
Completely surrounded by a dark, black space,
I cannot recall, no path to trace.
I try to imagine, what I could have done,
to deserve such an evil, dark, outcome.
I feel the walls quickly closing in,
I think to myself - 'will this never end?'
To me, there is absolutely nothing worse,
then to have no clue, and even more, no course.
I guess all I can do, is wait and endure,
but deep down inside, I know there's no cure.

Swami - iCE '94!

K-k00l greets goes out
to Maestro, Corwin, Ronin,
Strife, Glenn Danzig, 
Terminator2, Hannibal Lecter,
Psyco Child, Metal Head,
and Cardiac Arrest.