Psychical Degradation

At the mirror as black as words

Look these drops wash your face

Virus of ecstasy is healing a deep desire

In a red glimmer you are like he

You are climbing on an orbit

You are dead - I don't hear

I'm coming back,

I'm loosing, raising, turning the water

Your astral interior arouses admiration

Mistress of eternity wants that blood

It hurts again

You covers yourself with a mask

I suffer

You melt in the sun

Lifting your eyes up

Cursed Iike he

I want to see

You give a delight

A face of the future

Devilish breath

I look at the eyes of hate

! feed my world with a carrion

Called beggar I curse you

I drown my pure hands in a mud of dead dream

Go away scoffer crying again

You sleep in the dumb desire

You needed this step

This death means nothing

These wounds are only

Reflection you live in

This path is as blind as they