What is this being which carries me
Through her eyes is cast a cemetary
Amid the corpses awake we lie
Not yet born already I die
Why must I be thrust into this hell
To taste the dying
To die myself
Forsaken am I, to suffer, whilst still confined within (my) mother?
Discovering that, qhich the living fear
Sealed are my eyes, but yet my future is clear
I am to rot inside this box
