I have been crucified.
My naked body is offered and tortured.
The open shoulders, in token of submission.
The members nailed and filled with pain.
I'm panting, the pleasure melee anxiety squeezes my lower abdomen.
I dread the approaching spear of my chest.
Trembling, I try in vain to escape me, but the extreme pain that radiates into my limbs stops me.
I turn my head, feeling that the end is near ...
and, suddenly, the spear enters my chest, in a thud, and blood spurted over my body.
A fulgurating pain invaded my chest ... and my whole body is petrified ...
I gasp ... the taste of blood in my mouth ... strong light crosses my mind ...
and the spear goes out of my body ... the strength fails me ...
in one last breath, I die...
my head falls sideward.