Aesthetics Of The Grotesque

Murder becomes essential in preserving the worlds beyond within Last night I slept with mother earth She become my precious whore Now night breeds the flock of stillborn thoughts There's nothing more Flesh and soul are but words Insomniacs transparent phantasms Worlds within worlds Unchanging chemistry and science Sleep for you'll never see any of me No.. Now I'm standing under bloody rain I wish I had had words, but they never came Now I'm standing beside the dead I wish I had had something I've never imagined You're just one, one among others They're taking me away.. Away for good