Sta.sh
I am in a mansion.
Around me there is nothing.
It is dark.
I remember that there was cardinal red curtains.
I remember the white stone pillars.
And the cold marble.
--
There was a door in the back of the room.
And here, a skeleton, a knife.
It shone, it cut.
--
I think that I am dead.
I hear.
Somebody invite me to come.
Where ? That does not matter, there is nothing anymore.
--
I stumble on a stair.
I go up slowly in the dark.
Slowly,
In the dark.
Slowly,
In the dark.
Slowly,
In the dark.
Slowly,
In the dark.
Slowly,
In the dark.
I do not feel good.
Something happened to me last night.
I do not remember.
I want to vomit.
Slowly,
In the dark.
Slowly,
In the dark.
I am sad.
But I do not know why.
I have lost something.
I have to move on.
Slowly,
In the dark.
Slowly,
In the dark.
Slowly,
In the dark.
I have lost my head !
My body, it's cold, it sweats,
swings, fall, hurtling down the stairs,
devouring its steps in a macabre dance,
madly, in the dark !
And the skeleton, he is here,
with his black orbits,
his broken smile.
From his upper jaw,
his filthy teeth,
his pierced nose.
He pulls my hair off.
He devoures me !
I smell his putrid breath.
My bones,
my flesh is breaking, torn.
My hot blood is eating my eyes.
It pulls on my cheeks.
And I scream,
I loose my teeth,
I am cut to pieces.
I watch my own death.
I ate myself.
It is dark.
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