GrainDrowning in the deepestseas of lonelinessI thoughtWe dwell on a tiny grain of sandcast away from everything elseforgotten, light years away,surrounded by immense beltsof stars red and meteorites grey.Man thinks he can conquer landconquer people, souls and mindsBut even if he should succeedhe would only have control overan insignificant, trivial grain of sanda grain of salt, a particle, lost again,lonely, fearful, shivering, blindfrightened child among the fearless Men.
FrameBlink of an eyeFrozen world, for a fleeting instantEverything, everyonestill and motionlessThe spiralling tunnel stayedwide openA swift tap of the finger, and...Mirror gave wayGuillotine came downin a fraction of a secondBeams of piercing lightcaressing the half-closed eyelidwith the gentle strokesof a painter's work of artEternal beings capturedon a slim layerThe smothering rapture ofthe Ageless Slayersubsides and loses its mightAs every being that was caughtin this thin laceworkwill find its resting place thereThus, either among fright and fraughtor joy, relief and peaceful glareTheir presence will abidingly lurk
Last DanceDance to the rhythm, dance faster and fasterDance 'til your bones burst out of your skinDance, knowing that Pain is your masterDance 'til you lose control over body and mindDance to the sick laughter of the judgesDance to the fine tune of your Demon withinAs the music comes to an end, just leave behindyour fragile material form, and gracefully scatterthe ashes that bind your pains and hold your grudgesLacerate your frozen forms and sticky shapesWake up, at last, to the restless rattle and clatterof your shivering Soul ere its long-awaited liberationRest now, for your bones have molded a majestic throneRest, roaming shadow, bereft of dwelling and nationRest, captive spirit, stranded savage that scrapesRest, and plunge into the haunting reveries of oldRest on the dry plains and barren lands unknownRest forever, rotting under a blanket of reeking mold
WellSmooth voices echoing in the distanceLarge rooms bound by open doorsShifting colors fill the empty spaceTasteless haze covers ceilings and floorsUnclear time, nameless placeFlowers grow from rusty wallsA lonely beam of light peacefully fallson fading, undefined outlinesA feeble voice from a distance callsplayful children hiding among the vinesOrange strings fall into dark blue wellswrapping up buckets in threads of laceA sheet of dim matter covers the deep endmuffling the soothing sound of glass bellsthat ring, chime, sink and ascenddownwards, upwards along the slimy sidesSynchronized brains keep finding signslocked up in their sheep-shaped shellsAmong the vines the fearful child still hidesVoice of mother slowly vanishes in the darkLeaden tears flow down with persistence,run down the cheeks, drip and descendinto that dark blue well, which pilots and guidesmatter, sounds, space, time - mouth wide open like a shark
The Black CrowDeath strives to slay her lastweak prey, but not so fastindeed she is slowed downby that anguished soul's pastshe watches herself drownin memories and thoughtsAs the dying man spotsa fleeting sign of hopehis visage slowly rotsDeath swiftly wraps a ropearound the ill man's neckwhile whispering: "fear notmy newborn child, stand still!"His skull she starts to wreckAs dark blood starts to spillfrom ears nose mouth and eyesDeath, cackling, full of geckheavily starts to pecklike a black Crow, the guiseunder which She appearsNo pity for the dead -surrounded by the fliesthe lifeless lump there lieswhile Death other lives steers