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
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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