"Fog in the Dark"
When evening falls on my pale existence, I like the small leaves in the morning I saw floating on my face wet start my travel into dust ... before the sunshine that hidden already. While devouring a snake pit my body slowly a flock of vultures and the cold ground up remains of my flesh. Since nightfall my spirit floats but I am nothing,more than the color of the spread between the atmosphere memory, a small light lost in the woods. And every night the dark goes, I against all, Seek the death while I watching those leaves floating. Every morning and invited me to die, in the distance see those snakes hungry and those vultures waiting for me and become what I am ...