Waiting For The Death (Dementor)

I feel strange little space Gloomy darkness, chill and dump My body makes no move The preception's getting weak The feelings are getting paralysed The blood is getting curdled I'm dying These are the last minutes Of my living Absolute silence Absolute darkness I'm dying here for 666 day Rotten wooden pieces Are falling down To my dead body Worms are devouring my past And my soul's waiting For roots of the flowers Which could satisfy my sleep And which could destroy nasty Wooden box To which I've been thrown off I see the tomb with my name I don't have any fleshy clothes I know my soul Lives in another dimension I watch the happenings on a terrible cemetery On this enclosed piece of ground I see the occasional groups Of living mourning people It's a sign of eternal oblivion My soul has no place in people's hearts I do not see anyone standing at my memorial There are no traces left after the tears and sorrow I'm here alone My soul still exists I'll be waiting for the time When someone's heart Will suffer for the pain The memories will get back Then, at the rain Under the gloomy sky I will contently end up My being........