That’s where things end again, under the serpent’s call On this majestic piece of wood Covered with the spilled blood of a lifetime Let me be a martyr Defiled by the lamentations of the unwanted Silent screams keep on breaking the peace inside The echoes of the void… This empty envelope promised to decay Glorification of weakness through the years Made me taste the absence of the one I invite darkness inside Rise, pathetic prison of flesh Watch me becoming a martyr Rise, poetical smell of death Drowning into the banality of evil Martyr, martyr Let the needles pierce and violate my arms I am no longer here and still they stare at me I feel alone and I want them to leave Contaminating the cells, slowing down my thoughts Disincarnated, floating above my cadaverous condition Their poison is sweet and insidious, delicious… Locked up outside The stench invading the room It was just the eyes of the serpent, shining again in the dark… It was just another perfect day… It was just my time to…