The boiling inside of me is growing and confusing the thoughts,
Veins are swollen and ready to explode.
I…I’m degrading… I’m scraping the wall,
Help me, let me die, I pray for releasing.
The crucifix is hanged under the ceiling and shadow is falling on it,
Rats are squeaking, waiting for their prey.
Jesus’s looking at me, feeling agony,
He has passed this way along the Golgotha.
I can no longer endure the fire!
I’m eating so avidly!
I can’t feel my skin, burning self!
I’m eating my flesh, oh God!
The nonsense has entangled me,
Has led me to the madhouse.
I laughed… I laughed so sweet…
A madman, I was right.
I can see silhouettes, scary masks,
They are floating in the eyes.
They are shouting, I'm in hell,
I feel His fixed sight.
I can no longer endure the fire!
I’m eating so avidly!
I can’t feel my skin, burning self!
I’m eating my flesh, oh God!
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