كلمات Blood And Confusion

Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence The eternal silence leads to oblivion. I am contradiction, the boundary, inside and outside I am difficulty, immoderation, mannerism, simplicity, rigor, baroque, minimalism I'm like this music that twists around itself, that gets torn and recomposes. I'm the result of a test, the survivor of a living Rottenly imbued of my life, counterpoint to the petrification of pain Heap of rocks, skeleton of soul, voice suspended in a dream Longing for entering the mystery of visible For tasting the sweet horror vacui. I listen to the silence I feed myself with fear, rage, anguish and unspoken sensations Surprised and spellbound by the grotesque and eclectic revelation of things. I perceive something tragic here And my mind is blood and confusion.