It was miracle however.

I didn't even know the name

Of thing. The darkest ever,

The deepest, most satanic thing.

It took my heart, as I remember,

And ate. But that was not enough,

Although that thing was not ofender-

It put it's heart instead of mine.

Since then I see the world uncolored,

I always feel metalic taste.

If only I would have much power

To let it go by cutting veins..

But I am not in such despair

To make a cut in propper way.

Until from darkness I am spare,

Can not be dead and can not live.

Dead thing that hurts inside my chest

Is now most valuable and safe,

Although it was supposed as test,

It's only memory of hell I have.