Hot desert-sand burns under my feet fast pulsations of a weak heartbeat. Unstoppable evaporating of body-fluid attempts to commit suicide, fear avoids me to do it. Dying alone. Greedily opening my dried lips ineffective grasping of the fingertips. Sand-dust within a scarced face hallucinations appear in this maze. Dying alone. God, is there a good reason to deny my why? Unknown visions, fatal signs of death's embrace. Dying alone.