The Feeling-Yattering/Season of mist/Marcin Swierczyñski

Spotted with woman's blood I feel her smell around Eyes starring at abyss - disappointed - Why death and R**e connect me - with it... Her arms - pointed with long sharpens Her face - maltreated - crooked with deadly grimace Where should we hide Leave stuff...How I wanted it... No, nobody can remember eyes... - massacred... - Face has to disappeared No, nobody can find it... earth...cold... - Swallowing young beauty I felt you - connected with this body in ecstasy I wanted - your every move sight body You burnt me - nothing couldn't stop me I felt close to you You're standing next to me You're dancing with your hands and body My desire is growing...kiss...love sewer... My desire is growing...sharpens...kiss...blood...love sewer... Usual unpower Too proud - I made bloody thoughts Jealousy - Contempt for usual creature Feeling - is growing Thoughts - unfinished war - pain - murder I'm tearing you madness screw I'm connected you with death...