Once I woke up and realized... Something is wrong, I'm terrified... Fright thrilled my body, through it has run... I touched myself and I have found - That pale spot on my forearm... With icy horror it was spread... Friable structure that spot had... And mouldly web amidst the spot - That loathsome lace of pallid rot... My nerves were strained in awful pain... Gazing at (the) spot that grew again... I've crossed the wall which leads behind... I plunged asleep thus I was wound... I went astray amidst the swamps, Amidst that haze, in filth alone... I screamed for help being lost in bogs... For some one close in... murky fogs... Awoke in horror, terrified - Completely covered with decay mould... Like musty cheese, like rotting tree... I yield with terror - flame for me!!! Be purified! In flames I cried... Flames, clean my skin, Fire, scorch my fright! Flame was my part, I was in Fire! I'm burning now... I'm purified!!!