Like a raven that brings sickness,
or a crow who announces death.
I am hatred, impurity and selfishness.
I'm a black bird of misfortune.
Everything I undertake is deception.
Anything I feel is depression.
All I have left is the realisation
that death's my only obsession.
I'll fly up high, fall down, and never get back up.
Lifeless like a flower that got his root cut.
It feels like I'm the last leaf of a dying tree.
Colorblind, I see life in grey.
Days become nights, clear skies turn to rain.
Contact is lost with this world, I'm gone for good.
I hit the ground, my heart stop, I am dead.
My rotting carcass on the ground, everything's over.
I am nothing and I've never been anything.
Let the vultures eat my corpse,
let them wallow,
let them delight.”