I can you to see
and I feel the fort
smell that exhales.
You knows that
I exist inside of you.
My ego sometimes
blinded you.
The deads sing for me.
They will open
the doors to you.
Multiple bankruptcy
of the organs.
The gloves are dirty
of bacterias.
The mortuary is full
and the death awaits one more.
The worm walks
in the coagulation moon.
Fetid cadaver
played in the refrigerator.
