A living corpse, an absurd idea.
Yet my flesh decomposes,
It leaves just bone and skin,
My weight decreases every day,
As I slide from man to skeleton,
From flesh to bone,
From alive to dead.
I cannot live if I’m corpse,
But I cannot be buried if I live,
My life is a lie, confused as hell,
Fire so hot it burns your skin,
Yet colours so beautiful your life is fulfilled.