I watched into the burning sun.

My eyes filles with obsession.

An eternal walk towards nothing.

An empty road, as long as my eternal sickness.



I watched into a dead horizon.

My blood falls into the sun.

My thoughts drown into emptiness.

Stench of death in the air.



The sickness of a summer afternoon.

My sticky flesh covered by insects.

A dream of naked bodies dying on meathooks.

The smell of your slaughtered whore-meat

rotting under a blinding sun.



Your last stop - Dead end.

My twisted visions revealed to you.

Youll never understand

this ravishing desire for demise.



Hanged dolls, sing-song.

Bones swinging endlessly.

Hot winds of a funeral day.



I walked through the same old walls.

I smelled the same old dust.

Dust of forgotten times.

Dust of ! shallow lives.