Deinonychus

Mothers orteria uterina, a forseen tomb. Agony awaits me. With my eyelids closed, a darkened vault welcomes me. A torturous garden unfolded, to the end of time. I have learn to walk it, until I have grown immemorial. Chained in this body, I�m gasping for air. All that I�m breathing now, is the malodour of poisoned�disheartenment. The nails in my heart; an invitation of pain. It will make me fall apart, like a puzzle beyond repair!