To whom it may concern: I'm born at last!  I'm in my world, my tranquility...  and the smell of my flesh annoys me  and the scabs on my scales tend to itch  and my eyes sometimes liquity  so at times it's hard to see...    I crawl upon a dead dog, lying on the edge of a pool of blood  I watch as flies encircle the carcass, and the dog, we make love...  and the cries from the dark scare me  and the insects in my flesh tend to itch  and the sky is always black  and in the dog my body bleeds...    To whom it may concern: at last I'm dying!  Leaving my world, my place of rest...  and the beasts without flesh sing to the dark  and their music is the love for hate  and I die, and I live, so I may die again  and when I wake I've found tranquility...