Dead But Dreaming

The world is a mist
The soul a fog
The heart is still beating
But I cannot hear it

The pain is the only real thing
Yet is comfortably numb

I am not here at all
All frontiers to reality vanished
While unveiling the obnoxious void
Where I stand
Conscious
But absent
Dead
But dreaming

The pain is the only real thing
Yet is comfortably numb

I am not here at all
People around are fractions of imagination
Who speak to me in foreign tongues
And in purgatory
Waiting
In eerie delusion
Dead
But dreaming

The pain is the only thing I feel
While dwelling
On my comfortable numbness
The pain is no longer intrusive
The pain is me
The pain is death