In the mirror, there's a skeleton instead with no skin attached
But this doesn't bother me.
I'm not afraid of death.

Instead of a pelvic bone, there are vines growing with pink flowers.
I tried to use herbicide to get rid of them but they grew too fast.
I can't walk without them.

I wonder what happened to my brain.
At least I knew my heart was burnt in the fire.
But what happened to my head?