A vast and growing darkness sets the remains of my soul ablaze
The darkness now reigns in this open abyss.
The ephemeral cocoon of world that surrounds me, broken,
An unstable structure whose limits are unknown.
The archetype of mental pazthology, sublimated to the extreme,
generated and perverted by his own.
Insane cephalic production.
Attraction or contempt, between two notions, imperceptible dimension,
Absence of fear, loss of illusion
The progression ©niture turns against the progenitor
My parents left me the inheritance of suffering,
In a suffocating overprotection,
In a total indifferentiation between the good and evil,
In this fragile cradle of imaginary security
It is I, dear father, dear mother, who have something for you,
And what gift greater than death could I have given you?
Insane cephalic production.

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