Taedium Vitae - Katalepsy

Purity and order banish from the world a long time ago

All my being is penetrated by disgust for senseless and empty life

Only Fools are happy by promise

I tearing the chains of agonizing existence

I have passed the Way and I want everything to end here and forever

My remembrance roams from is to was and tries to find the thread of Ariadne,

which resuscitate me from my frigid crypt of existence

In vain.

Only cosmic devastation, despair and disgust at life

No Gods to pray

Life is an unasked bestowal

The astral corpse, lost between worlds

Looking at me from the mirror

Excommunicated from happiness and married to desperation

Spiritual acupuncture and narcosis' tentacles on my pulse help me to cut out

the nest of sickness

Flesh is only the cage, and blade is the key to it

I dissect cobwebs of pulsing veins, unsheathing gaping coal dark

Black oil drops are sprinkling

Indescribable hordes are gushing outside of me

I cannot scream with joy…

Now it’s all the same to me