Strategic placement on a bleak landscape

...like eating snakes in the darkness of a freezing desert

Hopeless, abandoned in grim uncertainty

The details of your death are laid out on the table

Skinned with precision, horrendous dismemberment

Peeled like a fucking grape

Watching through rivers of vomit

You are thrown in a cavernous hole and left to perish

But the release of death is one that never comes

...and the emergence of the sun

Is your condemnation to a waking hell