because death is so close by I'm turning left
 seize to exist for a moment , feeling uneasy, little bit, 
like ever, nose bleeding
 ungodlike, ears bleeding I
 looking for a tissue, sleeve, back of my hand, index finger, spit
 It won't find me nor I
 not even smell of me nor my path

(I just asked are you disappointed at something since you seem 
to discard everything to move on without hesitation)

notes: About heavy metal and other parts of me, it is about dying and 
feeling very much
 feeling much, much like an animal looking at people filled with 
emotions like fright
 feeling the energy of young men and adoring it. They are not ashamed of 
anything nor turning anywhere
 feeling straight through anything