Medium

If a spirit is present, will you give us a sign?

I feel that something is coming
A dark presence hovering around us

I feel anger, I feel violence
I know you looked satan in the eyes

Tell us how you tortured her
Tell us how you felt

I can see with your eyes
Her terrified eyes
I see your hands hitting her to death

Time after time you let her rot in this cottage
She decomposes alone and abandoned
Her terrified eyes are always open
As if to contemplate her pain in eternity
Her soul wants this body find its mortuary bag
She just wants to rest in peace

In dirt and worms

Your suicidal soul is rot

Your suicidal soul wants to take over me