The document is a poem describing the torment experienced by the speaker in their home without their beloved. Every aspect of the home, from the walls to the coins, is personified as attacking, imprisoning, and destroying the speaker. The speaker contrasts their previous happy life blending their soul with God and nature in the home, to the current state where the empty home torments them worse than death without their beloved.

1. WITHOUT MY BELOVED
Every wall of this house stabbed me like a million scorpions; venomously crippling
each fountain of my exquisitely bountiful thought,
Every stair of this house made me stagger like a boundless matchsticks; uncouthly
pulverizing me at every step; for ostensibly no fault of mine,
Every nail of this house pierced me brutally like the corridors of hell; unrelentingly
permeating deeper and deeper into my satiny flesh; playing a sadistically gory game
with my disastrously wailing nerves,
Every space of this house devilishly stared at me for times immemorial; savagely
lambasting every cranny of my drearily wasting persona; with remorsefully satanic
morbidity,
Every picture of this house thrashed me unsparingly like a salaciously ghoulish ghost;
vindictively scaring even the most infinitesimal wisps of daylight; from every bone
of my shivering countenance,
Every web of this house gruesomely diseased me; lethally incarcerating even the most
blissful of my energies; in a corpse of forlorn oblivion and nothingness,
Every window of this house abhorrently spewed shards of vengeful glass into my
eyes; profusely staining even the most inconspicuous element of my persona; with
unfathomable oceans of savage blood,
Every mirror of this house reflected a billion witches to me; ghastily inundating my
impeccable soul with the; traumatically tyrannized cry of the insidious devil,
Every dust particle of this house lecherously tainted my visage forever; ominously
drowning each speck of benign goodness embedded in my conscience; in the
sea of coldblooded murder,
Every droplet of water in this house demonically blinded my eyes; metamorphosed
me into a pool of sardonically fulminating acid; the very instant that I consumed even
a fraction of it,
Every dungeon of this house barbarically imprisoned me for countless more births to
unveil; murderously slashing my wrists and fingers; of their magnificently spell
binding artistry,

2. Every tap of this house barked a volley of incoherently mortifying abuse at my
righteous flesh; incessantly drifting me towards the world of bawdy raunchiness; a
prison of preposterously empty skeletons and parasitic mice,
Every brick of this house horrendously squelched my innocent toes; viciously raining
like a thunderbolt of endless anguish upon my senses; on every step that I trespassed
ahead,
Every watch of this house vengefully threatened me with its deafening sound; as its
series of tick-tocks devilishly augmented by the unfurling minute; to acridly blast even
the most sensitively immaculate arenas of my eardrums,
Every curtain of this house perniciously asphyxiated me in the heart of the
precariously ungainly midnight; choking even the remotest traces of humility from my
demeanor; to eventually sleep with the naked crabs,
Every echo of this house indiscriminately stripped me of all my robust flesh; feasting
on my gorily barren skeleton; with its teeth of dolorously debilitating doom,
Every rail of this house perennially whipped me on my silken backside; tormenting
even the most holistic ingredients in my blood; to ultimately surrender to the
commands of the lecherously gleaming devil,
Every thread of this house slit my throat into a countless strands of mangled flesh
and bone; even before I could utter my last prayer; whisper the slightest of passionate
sound,
Every currency coin in this house slit me apart into an infinite pieces of worthless
shit; making it hard for the commoner to discern; between my grotesque carcass and
the meat of the stinking pigs,
And believe me; this was the same house in which I had lived all my life like a
priceless prince innocuously blending my soul with God and the panoramic winds of
Mother nature; while today the same haunted me worse than my veritable corpse; as
it lay empty without my beloved .