in those woods i still remember the odours the moistened bed where i chose to sleep surrounded by my own crimson liquor of existence i started to fade in history at that moment only the sound of pulsations through my arms consolidated my seclusion anesthetized by fury and desolation i inflicted myself capital retribution as the leaves were coloured with my constitution grief and lamentations suited me with with astonishing cold as the dark sky vanished before my eyes fragments of consciousness could only illustrate parcels of this affair i sadly can t restore every event in its respective time agitated voices strident sirens and blistering pain in both arms