Some time I was born
for the first time I saw light
I feel wet and warm
The flesh gave me life
I saw a hazy world
through the running blood
But the view is clearer now
I feel the pulse of pain
I fear my life is short, I am too clean
Pus is the enemy. I smell it's work
The hope is so small and the healing so strong
I use remaining time bringing some pain
I feel the new flesh
growing from all sides
I hate the fresh skin
creeping to me, like an abscess.
New flesh is drying out my living space
Shrinking to hard crust my days are just black
I was a deep wound, but nothing I'm now
My feelings are weak and I'm going to die
