It is the flesh that despises me.
Contaminated blood, contaminated.
In the land of veins there is a reckoning.
There, where death pulsates to the beat.
I watch myself dying too,
don't need a mirror to show me.
One look down at myself
makes me ready for death.
......... .... with all my might.
I have prepared his arrival.
... that I wait for
for him to walk through the gates.
For my body to him opened,
wide to the edge.
But this will only end the pain
that found every cell in me.
I dug my own grave.
/>Handcrafted behind the house.
The ground is hard and frozen,
because spring is still far away.
And so I go into the garden,
step slowly in front of the hole .
Has waited long enough for me,
because my heart is still pounding.
I can hardly keep myself upright anymore.
Every nerve is crying out for rest.
Even that one Death has betrayed me,
But now it's time.
Lay me down in Mother Earth.
My place in life is a grave.
Feel how the bees lte penetrates me.
Take my fever away more gently???
My eyes are getting cloudy,
I no longer have enough strength to blink.
But there are only seconds left,
/>until the shine fades from them,
but then I feel that fire
and with horror I realize.
That bite that brought me here
makes something else come true for me .
Then suddenly the heartbeat stops,
but my body soon rises,
clumsily climbs out of the grave,
because death revives it.
Death is relative... shit.

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