Inside the deep forests of dolor Where I secretly hide my weepings, Where I conceal my dreads... The snake is slumbering like a dead limb, I am cold in your body. I penetrate into your wounds Where eyes are watching for me, Numb gapings, threshold with no borders, Oblivion of flesh and mourning. Small mimetic animal, I wander through your recesses Tasting like salt flower. Flesh cathedral, I dissect your entrails, Dreadful irradiated fate, Where I consider the real shape Of the circle, thousand times.编辑于2023/05/11更新