Surviver of the emptiness,
Me? Naked and eaten alive
I sit in Her cold womb and wait
For the imaginary to rise
And crave me back.
Wait with my mouth sewed.
My ribs are a cage
For the famine you've tought me,
And I am obeying you
Cause in my mind
Only the thick smoke and reject
Dominates.
And the sorrow is no longer truthful,
As She recasted it
To madness.
