Metastasis Of The Pathologic Mind

Timeless question of existence -

Mortality of consciousness' life

Endless, as the ancient chaos,

Or momentary, as the flesh?

Faint, weak-willed, worthless

Puppet-man is try

To cross the threshold

Irrevocably exhaust the consciousness

The actions are limited by time -

The pitiless guardian of eternity

Gripped in the vice of space,

Uselessly spitted by emotions

Imaged yourself, as supercreation,

In vain you run from reality,

Creating your unsteady world,

Limit yourself, degrades

Individual illusions of existence not belonging to another's

Interventions:

After that destruction will come of the crystal

Subconscious's walls

So, what is ruled over you? whose voice is inaudible speaks?

Who'll cruel fingers carefully draw the driving reins?

Maybe it's a cosmic supermind, created you for experience,

Now invisibly rule over you, lead from the birth to the death?

Or, maybe it's a mystic ghost,

Whom deathless eye

Is rule the destiny long since?

He mercilessly beat, or mercy send

Endless rows of hypothesis, -

But life is still the riddle

The venom and love are stir in her,

The birth with the death are accompany

In the depth of your pathology,

Suffer in your sick pride,

Disfigure the fragile structure,

Ungloriously tore to pieces in pains

And at the threshold of eternity,

Feeling the death's breath,

Hold by cold of the grave

You are dissolve in the darkness

But metastasis is remains, eating the damaged minds

The terrible process is last; the mental slaughter is rage

And time, counting the moments,

Erases the remains of the past

Thorns into dust the existence,

Pitilessly continue the calculation...