Natura Obscura
Inside the deep forests of dolor,
Where 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...
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