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Living in a world of sicknesses |
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For which there are no cure |
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One of them eats its way through me |
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And lets me die slowly |
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Infection for those who just touch me |
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Fear - they throw stones to chase me away |
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I'm banished from civilization |
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They throw me into a doorless room |
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To keep my disease away |
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While thousands of others lie infected yet |
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I'm slowly decomposing |
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And the stench of my own decay surrounds |
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I'm driven to despair |
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I throw myself against the wall |
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I vomit in disgust for my own blood |
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In pain and suffering I cry |
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In this chamber I'm put away |
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There are mirrors to watch |
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Myself decline |
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What human being could be so cruel |
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To execute me this way? |
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This wretched way to lose my life |
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Waiting for my release |
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Minutes seem like hours to me |
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In this dark abyss of pain |
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That devours me |
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Internal organs start to liquify |
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No one stands by me in |
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My darkest hours |
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Regardless reality... |
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Memories of sanity |
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Determine my vegetating |
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Memorial torture |
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Dismembering my last aphorism |
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Extricating my soul out of my body |
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...I lost my vigor |