1. MY HELVETE

Will the sun ever rise to loosen this obscurity ?
Hoping it will work,when all is lost,when your only refuge is burned.
Transported to the most inner depths of ourselves.
Try to rise again.
Mirrors that reflect light,incorporating fears that will become my demons.
Shackled,oppressed,alone.
Where is salvation ?
In your isolation you will rise.


2. NIA

Fragile trends darken my eyes, reality changes according to my perspective.
I freeze, as winter freezes the life.
Established to succumbing,the masses shall conform ; reality is not real, in this noisy delirium my voice sounds out from the pack.
Questions constantly increasing, loneliness of a mind.
A step forward, an hundred back, a constant agony.
Reality.
It's over, over, over
Reality.
I'm searching for something, so I wait for my time to try to go nowhere.
A constant agony.


3. EXCEEDS

There is / no way,
[No time],
To cover the words / with the / same / [distance].
I / (you), / unavailable / silence / [(antiwords)].
Deep in my thoughts /,
Aspect of living / (us).
incomprendisibile [delirious] / is / [the way].
Aspect of the reaction / (life).
[Aspect of the reaction]
[Delirious is the way]
Delirious is.


4. TOO CLOSE FIRE EPILOGUE OF BEGINNING

I follow the hallway which arises in the darkness ahead of me,
the only unknown seems to be the only way out.
Skim hands on damp walls bear the face to stanch the wounds,
pictures of bloody suffering and sharp memories lead me to oblivion.
I draw near the gate to try to break through.
I hear a heavy breathing coming on the other side...
Open the gate a blinding light glow the abyss, to return back to the beginning of the path.
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Fleeing the floor collapses to my step.
Deafening verses force me to move away from my footprints.
The hallway is always narrower.
Beginning to creep, tearing the bowels.
Something is trying to get closer...
An explosion incinerates my remains, by allowing me to move to the other side.


5. TRANSCENDING OF PERCEPTION

Not for long we will try to breathe,
The terror of ourselves forces us to maim.
Aghast by the faces,
Looking stunned and unaware that the clouds burn.
I only see dead eyes, surrounded by layers of dry skin.
Flowing into chaos,
We'll have all the answers.


6. METAMORPHOSIS

Indecision on the predominant part of myself,
Brings everything into an intense metamorphosis,
Not knowing of the two fractions.
An internal conflict on my being.
Not anything around me now,
Sieve myself at all times.
Buds as two twins, one of which I will wither,
Is the process in which everything will run out,
Will explain my being when all have the same direction.
Sometimes it breaks my thoughts as if they were tearing flesh.
Tearing flesh.