Alone In My Coffin (Ataraxie)

So many tears have been flowering in my grave So many flowers have been withering on it Alone in this jail, I hear the wind caressing my gravestone Loneliness is timeless and my sufferings endless Silence. I can't stand it. I hate It. I feel the vermin swarming through my body My limbs are decaying like old fruits. I'm doomed to stay here, my soul is trapped Who condamns me? Why? What have I done? Where is my god? Anyone is perfect, we all are sinners Humanity is what it is Temptation is human lust too Who has the right to judge us? Neither a god, nor the humans.