I am a child of the forest

Thus I belong to the past

I am together with you, and yet so alone

Since the beginning of my creation

I had no chances

And yet through the darkness

I crawled, even when the angels weeped

For deep within my heart there was a hole

consuming my whole being and existance.

A putriefied smell emanates from within me

As I perish into darkness

For the eternity

All the beauty seems to be gone,

There is no soul content,

There is only sadness abnd misery

The smell of death eating the flesh away

You pitty yourself, you're dreary

You caught yourself being a poacher

And you ought to be someone else than you.

Spasmodically spirits play with what's left of your mind

You feel like running around and digging your own grave

And yet here you are waiting for decay and corruption

Oh your existance is no more than a lame drab

And life is rotting away, feeble little thing

And so you gave birth to a monster