For my hands to suffocate you In the aftermath of prayers’ heat glancing back in fear In the twilights at bedtime After shiver in the knees being beaten with the dead floor
Walking through the incense smell of dismays Poisoning souls with the bitterness of painful scorches Depth of decomposed grayness of the mother’s death Kills the smell of the opened childish veins But these plump fingers will not get away
From the withered wrinkled chest of Death Under the sick oppression of Holy Mary I hide myself behind the veil of Ravenousness And my glances behind your backs are the sweaty razor of the Violator Hundreds of demons are about to get loose Sensing the smell of the new-born soul
Touch the naked skin of Silence Pale ghosts of those who you love When Gehenna knocks on their doors