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To see the interior of a dark coffin
What is it like to be inside dead..?
Is there something I might perceive,
Or is it just infinity...?
Viley maggots swarm within stale pus,
Accelerating rate of putridity...
Thought patterns preserved in energetic form
Or is it lost, lost in infinity...? ...Fierce...

Hateful I'm slashing, the head is removed
Removing the head of the corpse
The throat down the hard chest the trunk is torn
Tearing the trunk of the corpse

Disintegrating the stiff limb by limb
Performing deviant butchery
I chop up the limbs into small handy chunks

Surrounded by darkness and cold
the mind in pain grabs for hold.

Diminished, to be diminished.

The missing link in the chain
of thoughts is now forever gone.

Leaves fall in the autumn
of lives that appear
to be worthless to some,
utmost ignorant.

Expectations shift in the eye
of the beholder...behold.

The casket is exhumed, turfs piled beside the grave
A stagnant mass awaits me, deep in the gloom
The boxes lids I open, distraught desecrating
The fumes are penetrating, I am eructating... I vomit...
I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents...
I dig up cold earth, exhumed turfs I disperse...
I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents...
The open casket reveals the rot

Snorting – the viley stench of putrescence
Coffin – lies exhumed in front of me
Foul stiff – strewn with papillae and pores
Fermenting – stiff corpse putrefies

Slicing, bisecting, incising the stiff

Stomach wall is opening

If it is to be only
an element of a whole,
to hide behind others
and form the eclipse of mind.
Ignominious And Pale.

If it were to one
having nothing to tell,

Dismembering - to chop her body I begin
Bastard - bastard inside
Disfiguring - abdominal wall is opening
Offal - come to sight

Malintention, to chop the foetus I intent, hateful am I
Vile malodours, rancid odours I perceive
I'm getting high

Fear is never gone from your soul
that saw humiliation.
Being prey to the blackest of demons,
paralyzed you fail.

Fallen beneath
the mark of dignity,
you fail.

Invisible blades penetrate
whereas stabwounds are not detectable.

Stabwound

The blade that stabs a back,
unsuspecting, forms the symbolic...

Unable to move from a point of view,
driven by reasons as old as time itself.

Symbiotic In Theory

In order for a life to be
commanded it must be owned.

A life free of guilt exists when
the eye fights daylight yet unseen.
A book with not a page written
means hope yet sometimes to be

(The) Stillborn One. Born dead.
(The) Stillborn One. Dead.

Eyes opened up within the moist and dark
trapped inside the measures of a coffin
horrified awakening, blank fears embrace me

Oh... beyond...
...beyond these walls there lies infinity...

Asphyxiation is imminent due to the measures