This is where it all begins again.
Strange walls whisper in our ears.
She is there waiting for awakening.
But it all began and it all begins again.
We hid a few pieces of head.
In its box, very intact and edible.
I hate giving back on it; I stare at his mouth.
Soon, I stick out my tongue.
Necrophores.
They love, to spy, to watch, to examine.
If nothing has moved.
Don't wake up!
Those who walk in the dark.
Scrutinize you, stare at you, painful dream.
Inform the image of their wake.
They wander without feet.
Their bloodless legs.
I know them well!
They pass you by, tire of you, subjugate you.
Your nights slide, follow one another.
Their blood unites.
Without flavor.
Your savior, effervescent absence.
You do not exist!
They profess Slowly, the watery anatomy will take shape.
Her belly discharges downwards.
Madness flowing onto her delicate knees.
What a sinister body , the widow cries over a lost organ.
Outside.
Reality touches her: she falls, hits herself.
Mistreats her oozing eyes, feels her lips still hot.
Burning liquid.
Sleep.
Suck the juice of the gods, love it!
You don't exist.
They pass you by they tire and subjugate you.
Your nights slide, follow one another.
Their blood unites.
Without flavor.
Your savior, effervescent absence.
You don't exist!
Tell me, why are your eyes flooding?
Don't cry!
All of that doesn't exist!
Tell me, why are these filthy heads?
Don't cry tonight!
There's no such thing!
Strange woman whispers in my ear.
She's there, watching over me.
It makes no sense and everything starts again.
Their lascivious dances linger on you, touch them, they are for you!
Lick the big ones, lick in!
As true as you, they are so alive.
Pure blood of a child.
Their salivating mouths swallow the clues.
A sweet torture.
Violent is the ire!
Their limbs fall.
On your half-dead flower.
Don't cry!
You will always be next!
You are not dreaming!