In my dreams, no my nightmares; in the sea hate with the absence of fate.
Blind eyes crying with blood, like a vomit extinguishing my flammy repulsion. Hold the broken flask filled with a sexual organ's liquid, Boiling tender, arises hunger, reminds my temper. Then submerged fantasies unheard come close to my mind; Undoubted sophism but real necrophylism. An ache begins inside, Spreads through all veins caused by the zephyr of damnation, Yielding a substantial anger, Makes me loose my will then a visual dream appears, A pretty child is smiling to me. Being defeated in these meaningless morbid dimensions, Vaccinating blood, bestial bellow, mouldy saw. Realization of what; The inflammation inside gets bigger With an increasing acceleration which is a voracious manner of torture. Displeased demands of a morbid mind Are never satisfied with an unsaturated solition of a child's cerebraliquid and his foetusfull urine. Turn the skin inside out, Lick the vein veiled with blood. Button up his torn body with a rusty needle, Vibrate the slender body, Attach the penis inside the diseased portions Then lick again not only the secretions but lemphic as well. Make it pour, taste its sour...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
