Luyện nghe bài hát Memories of Blood

I awake
the next day,
my nostrils
by the stench of
of dismemberment,
fantasies of
Mopping up me a
reminiscense of
bits and pieces
are all that is

of rot: uplifting smell
Someone's or at least unwell;
What little is smells impure;
Who did this? I'm not

No conscience with
my of blood;
PSI remains
where a human stood;
I equate its with
the of a ghost
Who the longest
is who suffered the