The lurker in the green sea

shades of a moving object

riches, the temple that approaches

haunts my wishes of this insanity

gorgeous console I place there my claws

those who once ripped out my eyes



I need no longer human senses



Feel it how this can torture

the wagon with imaginations

scary glimpses with dreadful outlines

things I wish not to see



slaughtering my dearest throne

We will not be affected by this

for the blood of time has fornicated



Our minds, our shell

my only shelter

the dreamt with delight



I see my options

and I choose the tunnel

see what my winged crayons

have painted



Let me shed a tear

and give birth to my sea

The only life is death