Waiting in a clearing of the wet forest Looking at the infinite black of the night sky Dreaming under the freezing vault of insane suns Glimpsing a constellation that no one else can see What does my life mean into the age of this universe? What does my death mean into the age of this universe? What does your god mean into the age of this universe? What do 2018 ages mean into the age of this universe? Ruled by the constellation of the morbid coffin I get drunk with the futile essence of my existence Ruled by the constellation of the morbid coffin The fetid forest merges with me into one My soul is so empty and cold as the cosmos My mind is a lifeless planetary system My eyes turns white and my hollows black My blood coagulates and my heart freezes The frogs croak in an ever more sinister way The dew moistens my skin ever more pale The fireflies guide me through of perdition The moonlight presages my unholy funeral Ruled by the constellation of the morbid coffin I walk through the clearing in which I never was born Ruled by the constellation of the morbid coffin I know that those stars have died long ago Ruled by the constellation of the morbid coffin From tomorrow and forever , the sun won't rise again Ruled by the constellation of the morbid coffin I understood in this clearing the trees don't grow for me

I walk down the path that crosses the hatred forest Where my only company is the incandescent adrenaline The flora burns in flames that touches the scarlet skies The air becomes cloudy and all human life is annihilated I walk down the path through the ghostly blame's fog The myopia produced by his veil leads to my accusation There are illusion traps hidden under snow and putrid leaves That stepping on them inhibit my will of reasoning I walk down the path that surrounds to the dissapointment's lake The fatuous fires warn me the danger from the other shore Crouched over the water, I throw out the poison of hope And I laugh at those pathetic loves overrated by illusion I walk down the path that leads to the obsession's volcano Where the continuous magma of sick reflections flows The cold whisper of death torments my mind day and night The toxic smoke is killing me slowly and in silence I swim on the path that traces the misanthropy river On it, I am a monstrous fish that has never been caught The fishermen have told legends to their children about me, Of the lonely fish that even the oldest fisherman has feared I walk down the path that leads to the melancholy sea The waves break in violently in the center of my soul My daily dying motivations jump down from the cliff Dying in the black sand are devoured by black birds The symposium of mental health has been defeated by my insanity A new wound opens in my infinite expansion of nothing I try to look for a false solace in the signs of the firmament As if a flash of fleeting breath had the power of a thousand disappointments I crawl in the path of the forsaken depression's cavern I sleep naked on my comfortable glass splinters bed If there is something the pain has taught me is to be selfish To be the biggest selfish scavenger in the entire world In here is no compassion for the fucking human race On the roof the stalactites are shaped like gallows With the red blood of my cuts I write your fucking name On the stone walls with thirst for vengeance!!!

The process of unconscious fruition is altered by an abstract factor The enjoyment imposed by obligation determines the coagulation My psychic convalescence has been lost in the ether of infinite space My capacity to perform a job has been wrapped in friction tape Anticipatory thinking is potentiated by generalized anxiety disorder The obsession to a pernicious idea inhibits all resolutive ideas The trunk of my indolence has been uprooted forever Pleasure anxiety opens the portal to these abstract isolations The immaterial failure of the brain is the result of painful calvaries One more time, my feelings have been left without interpretation The train that was in charge of bring peace to my empty life has been derailed The neurosis shines in the darkness like a quasar through thousands of light years I have been marked for life by an excessive exigency from others I have been influenced by fear, by the loss and horror of life I have been rejected by the coldest and frosty hearts of existence I have been tortured by physical and psychological violence I am an icy wasteland of insipid agonizing emotions I am an artificial pool of pestilent wastewater In my back, I charge in tons the neutral weight of an objective life These abstract isolations will go with me to my miserable grave