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 

damantion, yielding a substantial anger, makes me loose my will then o 

visual dream appears, a pretty child is smiling to me.Being defeated in 

these meanningless morbid dimensions, vaccinating blood, bestial bellow, 

mouldy saw.Realization of what; the inflamation inside gets bigger with an 

increasing acceleration which is a varacious 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, vibarate the slender body, attach the penis inside the diseased 

porsions then lick again not only the secretions but lemphic as well.Make it 

pour, taste its sour...