Streams of decadence swing and enclose the vital flux
Epitaphs carved inside the mind of time, hibernated and waiting
In
this livid day seconds flow without breath, without lymph
In need to receive this baptism alternated with suspended pieces of
void
Dislocated projections, blind moments of lucidity, perceptions...
Never asked for eternity, is immortality my
condemnation?
Earth. Chaos. Order is prefixed, stagnating illogicality
Trapped with feelings, means of self-control deprived of
their basis
Dislocated projections, blind moments of lucidity, perceptions of existence
I knew what was behind the doors and
I choose the labyrinth of paradoxes
Repentine creations of the grotesque, even and boiling grey
Non-abyss, non-infinite, a simple
gurgling of motherly death
Born from the ashes of the wall of sleep, orgasm of the non-awakening
Dislocated projections, blind
moments of lucidity, perceptions of existence