Rending Aphthous Fevers

Four aphthas on my laringeal tissue
Brown flowers decorating my throat
I can't talk, I can't breathe
I CAN'T DIE... EVEN IF I'M WISHING IT
I can't smile, I can't move
I CAN'T DIE... EVEN IF I'M WISHING IT
I can't drink, I can't sleep
I CAN'T DIE... EVEN IF I'M WISHING IT
I can't eat, I can't think
Paralysed by pain, eyes confined to always the same
Always the same wall
Discovering the limits of my endurance
A mountain of hate exploding inside a half inch diameter fever
(The song itself has no words, only growls and vocalized pain)