Feverish - Onirophagus

Tired, shameful, down

Abducted by fatality

Seduced by definitive thoughts

Efficacious woodworm of the soul

Spreading the damned seed of the fly

Dilemma in the election

Of the cause of your death

Cherishing the beast of your death

Going on a meaningless pilgrimage

To the landscapes of shadow

Do you really exist?

Do you really deserve

This ironical vomit?

This remain of myself is my kingdom

To sleep and destroy my remembrance

Will be my only ambition for all times

Is there really a reason to search

This sluggish evisceration of the mind?

All your life, a false path to the death of the senses

To my fear, unemotion of your face

Feverish, hurt

Destruction, obsession

Your body as a cold, very cold wind

That spills into pieces my soul