Why this feeling of vertigo? A brief distraction and this struggle Would be vain Darkness has one thousand eyes
Look at my face, distorted by the need to exist In this ever-changing ephemeral form Conceived to survive The sempiternal vortex In which loathsome organisms feed on flesh
Not a drop of blood will be wasted
Nourishing the instinct Of this carnivorous mass Food for evolved thoughts Condemning themselves perpetually Until their facades crumble At the first vital breath
Centuries of coherence through destruction An abysmal archetype is crawling inside me
It keeps the beauty subdued
Scattering her remains along the main road
An omen for the brave The prison of fleshTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
