The nightmare is not that there are too many dying patients.

The nightmare is that the people working in this hospital, the people taking care of the sick, are the ones who are dead. They move without thinking, like zombies, no warmth in their touch, no tone in their voice, no light in their eyes. The smell of death emanates, the ghastly stench of rotting flesh.

The nightmare is that they are trying to poison the live ones, to become like them. Living dead, empty heart, blank stare.

The nightmare is that this is not happening in the land of the in-between, in the hospital of shifting wards, but in the waking world where people bleed, where poisons can actually kill.


This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating
- Here to Stay, Korn