by Slowdiver17 May 2020
Discovering of bear's skull
Close to the birch cemetary
The running blood of death
Prologoue is forbiden -
In those dark wetlands
Straight into losing of life
The white trees are dying
I find it path
Around the blood
Decomposted flesh
Pure - rotten - fresh
The cursed wetlands in fog
Constant
Unknown echoing soundscape
I am digging into myself
Injections
I am looking into myself
Projections
I am screaming into myself
Rejections