I looked into my soul: it is black.
I’m not afraid, I just feel cold.
In that icy air breath would freeze,
at least condense. But there was nothing down there.
Arms of shadows are slithering inside the body
and they are entwining with viscera and they are given forth smell of burning alcohol.
Tissues are burning, but it is just an illusion does not come
even in the face of my empty mask.
