My Ship Drowned Me

An hour before I went to bed, I recognized the smell of death inside the house. Yes, I'm recognizing the smell of death penetrating my heart before my nose. I took a look at everyone and went to my room, and I was abstracted.

I was in the desert while the storms ravaged it as war armor and while the sand is flying, scattering and spread over at the atmosphere as the winds getting increased and the sun is getting too hot that the cactus burns.

I saw from a distance a camel carrying someone abo...