Enjoy your Halloween birthday cake

"I was born the Day of Death, and Death guided, curiously, my life. I don't remember the place. I don't remember the colors. I don't even remember the faces of my beloved. I only see what I see: the path of Death.
But I lie.
I don't only see Death, I see her offspring too. I see the bones, I see the worms, I see the flies and the colors of the putrefaction. I see the smell of Death. It's not very pleasant, but at least is original. It's Truth.
Truth.
I found the Truth, the real Truth. Death is not only Death, it's Life too. Every death generates life, and the corpse is the world of many new life. Many lives depend of Death, curiously.
Many people understand this Truth, but doesn't "feel" this Truth. I felt the Truth. I felt the Truth, and Death knew that. She wanted to have a detail for me and gave to me a beautiful cake. That cake... I remember that cake.
A very beatiful cake.
A very beautiful cake made with eyes. Eyes and innards. Raw eyes and innards.
The cake was beautiful, but the taste was horrible. I had the obligation of eating it. Or would you reject a present from Death?
And here I am, in the hospital".