In those woods, I still remember the odoursnThe moistened bed where I chose to sleepnSurrounded by my own crimson liquor of existence,nI started to fade in historynnAt that moment,nOnly the sound of pulsations through my arms consolidated my seclusionnnAnesthized by fury and desolationnI inflicted myself capital retributionnnAs the leaves were coloured with my constitutionnGrief and lamentations suited me with an astonishing coldnnAs the dark sky vanished before my eyes,nFragments of consciousness could only illustrate parcels of this affairnnI sadly can't restore every event in its respective time.nAgitated voices, strident sirens and blistering pain in both arms