Why this feeling of vertigo? A brief distraction and this struggle Would be vain Darkness has one thousand eyes Look at my face, distorted by the need to exist In this ever-changing ephemeral form Conceived to survive The sempiternal vortex In which loathsome organisms feed on flesh Not a drop of blood will be wasted Nourishing the instinct Of this carnivorous ma** Food for evolved thoughts Condemning themselves perpetually Until their facades crumble At the first vital breath Centuries of coherence through destruction An abysmal archetype is crawling inside me It keeps the beauty subdued Scattering her remains along the main road An omen for the brave The prison of flesh