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