Born from Reality

Sure, I\\\\\\\'ll know what is lust being for
Drowning in mist, being born in lost darkness

Breaking and tearing
Fear of original
Breaking the bones
Of f#cking reality
Running for meeting
for seeing
for ever !
Living, converted to death every moment
Ribs and backbones, jaws of insatiable
Making \\\\\\\'em die and myself together
Anger\\\\\\\'s destroying, cutting my feelings
Drowning my dream in blood-filled memory
Mind born against the animal instincts
Trying to live with the links coming broken

Live and survive, and kill the enemy
Biting its bloody* flesh, skin and bones
Hate you! Defeat you! Suffer and death well
Throwing the space down the floor all puked
Torn to the pieces by Fierce-all-burning
Reality! No! Why, Reality?
Falling to rumble of heart-beating
Hearing breathsound. Of MY breathing!
Enslaving by ocean all walls being wounded ... Ended!
But how ... this can be freedom ?
And trembling sourly,
and air swallowing,
Realizin\\\\\\\' sadly,
that, finally,
My reality is small as particle,
And world is a giant, bigger in billions...

Reachin\\\\\\\' the years
I don\\\\\\\'t need, Reality!
I\\\\\\\'ll wake up, cold and wet in couple
Lying in fever and feedin\\\\\\\' by lifeline
Living in brain little bloody alien
Tear my mind, f#cking thing! Oathing
By my pro-mother : I\\\\\\\'ll try to be living!
Flying be space beyond the Reality,
flying, distorted in dark visions...