I Feel Their pain as my own,
The feeling of death runs through my blood.
I feel obsessed with everything about death.
Graves line up before me,
Death is like solitude.
As I look at my bloody arm,
I am speechless.
I start to think that I am hallucinating.
This can not happen,
There is a skull in palms.
I feel like I can fly,
I am Invincible,
But it’s not true.
I am falling to the ground.
It was just my imagination
