Words Confuse And Create Equivocal Thoughts

Thoughts Silently Transmit Our Inner Essence

The Eternal Silence Leads To Oblivion.

I Am Contradiction, The Boundary, Inside And Outside

I Am Difficulty, Immoderation, Mannerism, Simplicity,

Rigor, Baroque, Minimalism

I'm Like This Music That Twists Around Itself,

That Gets Torn And Recomposes.

I'm The Result Of A Test, The Survivor Of A Living

Rottenly Imbued Of My Life, Counterpoint To The Petrification Of Pain

Heap Of Rocks, Skeleton Of Soul, Voice Suspended In A Dream

Longing For Entering The Mystery Of Visible

For Tasting The Sweet Horror Vacui.

I Listen To The Silence

I Feed Myself With Fear, Rage, Anguish And Unspoken Sensations

Surprised And Spellbound By The Grotesque And Eclectic Revelation Of Things.

I Perceive Something Tragic Here

And My Mind Is Blood And Confusion.