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The stench of excrement is choking my throat.

Ruthless white light is blinding my eyes.

Despised I look on the bed, this altar of endless pain.

Sometimes a grave is much bigger than a coffin.

(Sometimes a grave is much bigger than a coffin.)

Slowly I approach, curious, disgusted.

I want to see the face of a soul completely exiled.

Light-headed because of the increasing malodor.

I hold down the craving to throw up so I can get closer.

(I) It is just | (see) a shell.

(The) Stinking | (Light) rotting away.

(In) What separates | (Side) life from death.

(My) A quick slash | (head) through the throat.

What lays down there is no more alive than a mother,

who lost her little daughter to decaying cancer.

Hear the beeping sounds of merciless machines.

Bound to white-sheeted scaffold he lays.

(Sometimes a grave is much bigger than a coffin.)

My mission is clear, I grasp the knife.

His eyes are closed, so peacefully he dies.

The red sprays into my face,

I take a deep breath, finally he is free.

(I) It is just | (see) a shell.

(The) Stinking, rotting, | (Light) fading away.

(In) What separates | (Side) life from death.

(My) A quick slash | (head) right through the throat.

The stench of excrement is choking my throat.

Merciless white light is blinding my eyes.

Deeply despaired I look on the converging wall.

Sometimes a grave is much bigger than a coffin.