The stench of excrements 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 bear down the craving to throw up so I can get closer. (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. 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 excrements is choking my throat. Merciless white light is blinding my eyes. Deeply despaired I look on the converging walls. Sometimes a grave is much bigger than a coffin.