C.S. - Ad Nihilum Recidere

For My Solitude Is Endless
(For Your Solitude Is Endless)
And My Pain Is Blinding
And My Anger Turns
(And Your Anger Burns)
To Life Itself.
(You’re Slowly Dying)
For Silence Conceals
The Unveiling Of The Truth
To The Darkest Recesses
Of My Soul.
(Your Rotting Soul)
For My Hate Is Growing
For My Death Is Coming
Shut Up! You Fool,
- Never!
(Let Her Speaks)
No! Forbid You To Annoy Her
She Must Be Freed From My Plague
You Poor Deluded.

You’re Unworthy To Make Me Whole
Get Out Of My Way, Stupid Little Bug
Things Are Not As What They Seem Beyond The Veil
Love Is Just A Bedtime Story For You My Dear
Sickening Child In Morbid Grief.

Listen To The Chant Of You Cells
To The Music Of The Spheres
To The Dripping Of Your Blood
And Your Useless Seed.
Listen To The Beat Of Female Punches
In The Corpses’ bellies:
It Scans The Rhythm
Of Your Breath.
Get Out!
(No! I Don’t)
Get Out!
(No! I Don’t)
Leave Me Alone!
(No, I Must)
Stay Here!
I Don’t Want To Hear You!
I Just Want To Harm Myself
Until I Die
Alone
(We Are One!)