Dermal sore
Fit of pain
My body bathed in water
Does not alleviate me, alleviates me anymore
Shades become more protective
Than all new medicines
The crackle draws gaping sores
My flesh slowly rots
Each of my gesteres has now become
The most terrible agony
I give up this useless fight for life slowly, slowly, slowly
I don't know what we'll become
Shapeless hardenskin creatures
As bark protecting us from sun's agressions