Horror hits me
The feeling of death comes over me
Madness breaks out
Madness hits me
Frenzy
The soft hand, my father’s palm, his warm, soft skin, melted under the fire into which he was thrown,
Hard iron, grid, cold earth, a box
A mass of pulverizing bones, it has become
My mother clutches the urn
The smile, the pair of warm eyes, melted on the fire, became a victim of the decay
The body disintegrates
With the occurrence of putrefaction
From warmth comes the smell of death, stench and emptiness
The little paws, the tiny black button eye
Which always looked back at me
Withered away
It rests underground, petrified
There are no more paws, the worms are chewing and crawling over her hardened,
Which gave me warmth for two decades
Her tiny body rested at my feet
But now
The fruit of decay, a bloody corpse and the smell of death
Darkness and the void
The destruction of life
And the unfortunate victim of an endless cycle.
The dark mark of death,
He gutted my chest, ripped out its center
A bloody, bony gaping void,
Infinite nothingness and destruction
Loneliness eats away my flesh like acid
From my arms up to my neck,
My skin boils, it peels off from the flesh
A shell bursting with pus, crumbles to the floor
Leaving filth and stench behind
A victim of imaginary worms
Life destroys alive, it kills what still breathes
Death, the master of emotions itself,
Walk this earth without consequences.
