I often wondered what could be hidden under The sleeping thing that the eyes will never see Lost somewhere in the dark water, silent and quiet I fear the discharge
Watching Waiting for your sleep, fear the underneath Crouching Waiting for your sleep, fear the underneath The underneath
The carapace is frail and the peaceful warth of water Wraps me up Like a protecting uterus you never want to escape from [The beast waits] And receive the freezing [The beast waits] coldness of life Torture of your first breath The beast waits for you
Advent of the unknown side Once born the entity gnaws each cell of the organism It composed
The carapace is broken and I am swept along by the current Like a gangrened literus vomiting a lifeless fetus My feelings are so contradictory Unconscious dreads it more than all
I felt my body slide slowly in liquid without being able To prevent it Sometimes it's better to watch the external world From the underneath When you are no more a part of it