• My body and my soul in blood I'm missing pieces,

    Do not move me, that I can not,

    No longer feel pain,

    I just feathered demons, flying over me,

    Flying in circles

    Circles that stretch and shrink,

    The lower note, with my sore eyes

    Going down slow, too slow,

    My body odor off blood clots,

    But the smell, nor see,

    I can hear the heavy sounds of those feathered devils,

    One touches the ground, fumbling about with steps,

    the first tested, but not sorry

    Another comes, and the second is proved, not sorry

    Another feathered devil comes, and try my loins,

    Also sorry, I do not feel anything,

    I see as emerging, start up, maim,

    I see my guts off of me,

    I can not feel anything yet,

    Are devouring live, what they enjoy,

    By passing this misfortune?

    I dont want to die being tortured by these feathered demons!

    The horror that I see before my eyes filled with watery,

    Reaches the last, and eat my tortured eyes...

    Now I can't see, but I'm happy now...