color of my eyes, brown turns red hanging upside down I tried to climb down this tree but his roots has a fatal disease the vultures stand gracefully look at me profile, patiently I don't remember the cause but I begin to feel its claws It's a shame you let go of my hand salty taste in my mouth water cry out loud dirt perfume attracts flies as I am dying, green tree dries white skeleton can't breath it's the dance of the death from here, I send you a kiss thanks, I needed to go through this