In the trees I can hear the wind has changed.
Around my body snatching my heat
Whipping my hands until they bleed
My nostril hair clings on the blood, reminds me that I am dead
I can feel my happiness, sucking into his bloody claws
My ears, quickly consumed with a sound
That is deadly, his fingers are shredding my soul
Rip rip, like paper. Nails full of my broken spirit
Slowly dripping lumps on the floor, making it blood red
His hands are his eyes searching for his goal
With stealing hands rumbling. Splashing in my body.
I can\'t breathe whilst the monster steals my slippery intestine
The tearing rattles in skull as he is wraps it around his neck
Like a trophy he has just won
Smiling, he walks away moving his tongue around my guts
Like a child, innocently sucking on a sweet
The succulent juice is taken away from my eyeballs
My dead body has been spread out for the greedy flies.
Death has got me now, he will never leave my body alone
I am dead!