I hear voices from the ghoul;
That dwell under my bed
A picture of blood filed pool;
That constantly appears in my head
I never understood what message it wanted to convey me;
Always Wondering what it could be?
Until last of my breath;
Got my answer after I was drowned to death
Now I dwell under the bed; where my child sleeps
Making her dream roses of dripping blood;
Hinting her where her Mother buried me with ease..