The Hall of L.A.M.E - Crawling Through Dis

Total, unforgiving darkness swept through a hint of melloncollie colors.
I am not sure how things got to be this way,
the red stains in my hair help me bare with this shattered existence,
trapped in this place of absolute nothingness.
My stomach feeding upon itself and my bones brittle as glass,
lest the past seven days have gone by an eternity.
For but a hint of green or a pheasant
I would slay them twenty peasants
whence before I would abore myself as I am now.
Since the black gods rose again and took with them a billion men,
we are left primitive and savage as a caveman for survival.
Left in monochrome with hints of futures long past and pasts
left to come in our futures we suture together this society of wiremen.
Bent and hungry,
alone but always surrounded,
alive but dead
...here in Dis where we exist.