Agony of Pleasure

Woke up early in the morning

With eyelids sticked closely together

On bloody eyes hands covered

Softly with layers of warming mud

Glancing at that started to retch,

But the downy pillow

Swallowed the secretion

Thinking about the upcoming night,

When the miracolous journey starts over again

As the night came up grew the limbs colder

Sclera turned blue, cleansed

Tonight the mind unites with fever

And reaches the focus giving the fresh pabulum to the earth

Engulfed in the dream,

Drowning in her sick small world

Beginning on muddy fields

With bare hands

Went deep enough while

The first sings of pain

Came forth skin torn off

Frayed in the rocky layers

Heat got stronger,

Nails melt upon the fingers

The nerves like rope

Dissolving chip off at the walls of chamber

The core awaits knowin

The arrival of the last mind

For the perfection getting colser

To the lava, the friction decreased

Blent into the deep,

The only one unharmed

And clear is the mind

All of the lacerated tissues rots

On the walls of the chamber, the vacuum sucked in only the brain and bones

As the night came up grew the limbs colder

Sclera turned blue, cleansed

Tonight the mind unites with fever and

Reaches the focus giving the fresh pabulum to the earth

The last small hot cover

Was missing in the deep

But a voice becoming stronger

Called for a turn-back

The core rampaging sucked

All back to the center

But the external voice

Voice was stronger

By the last force

Broke up from the ground

Throught a hole on

The eyelid saw the negative pole

Mother told:

Wake up my girl, dad awaits at the buzz-saw!