Submerged in this boundless puddle of rotten blood,
I ponder if I am still alive.
I stick my finger tip in the wound.
It is dry now.
The blood seems not to be there anymore, most of it went out of my body.
I am asphyxiating.
I vomited all the rests of the feast we had together,
I have seen them flowing away with my hope.
I never loved you, I do not know why I feel as you cut my limbs.
I never loved you, I do not know why I feel as you sucked my blood.
I never loved you, I do not know why I feel as if you had been rummaging between my organs and left me empty.
It is a pale barren landscape I see now and light is penetrating prepotent through my closed eyelids…