Feeling fear that excited him

And encouraged him to do this

He took out a coffin from unfinished grave



And opening it he saw

Fresh corpse of damp meat, sunken orbits

And green, half-rotted skin



This slow decay was so advanced

That is was difficult to distinguish

Whether it was male or female

Momentary desire to be in corpse's arms

Caused that nothing mattered for him

Saturated with morgue scent

He took out his knife and started to cut

The wholly retted skin of genitals

He tore it off to end everything

He closed the nailed it of the coffin

and then disappears like cemetery fog

Soaking into the soil during the rain