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