How does it feel,
Now that I'm dead?
Didn't you know the things,
That went on inside my head?
No one truly knows what went on,
My head was a room,
Filled with darkness,
Where no one wished to loom.
I've been dead for awhile now,
You just couldn't see it.
I was just a match,
Just waiting to be lit.
On the inside,
I was already leaving.
On the outside,
I was still breathing.
Well, this match was finally lit,
The fire will be put out soon,
All that remains are ashes,
In this cold and empty room.
