Stench of Corpses

The stench of corpses fills my house
It dominates my cognition
An olfactoric symphony
Reminds me of my iniquity
Everyone that I ever coveted
Paid this relation with his life
My home is a dead-house, heaven’s cellar
Here I keep my bondings alive
In the attic hangs my beautiful daughter
Rotting there since she was three
Her brother, who was drowned in water
Still waits in the balneary
My spouse complies her uxorial duties
Even after her sudden death
She condones the abuse of her body
Helpless, since her final breath
Everyone that I ever coveted
Paid this relation with his life
My home is a dead-house, heaven’s cellar
Here I keep my bondings alive
In the attic hangs my beautiful daughter
Rotting there since she was three
Her brother, who was drowned in water
Still waits in the balneary
The stench of corpses fills my house
It dominates my cognition
An olfactoric symphony
Reminds me of my iniquity
At night they roam along the floor
I hear the sound of broken limbs
I have both eyes towards my door
And my blanket to the chin
They surround my bed and point at me
Here I lie, paralyzed by fear
Killed by what once was my family
They took revenge for my misdeeds
The stench of corpses fills my house
It dominates my cognition
An olfactoric symphony
Reminds me of my iniquity