In the quiet and haunted room, where the heater is a melody my guts are on the floor.
You didn't even eat them.
You just ignore them.
The fact is that they were just here, on the floor, like a dead dog.
The hands can't find the heat anymore.
The nails are completly rotten.
The body is really damaged.
If you can't see me, remember I am right behind you.
Turn back. I am here.
