Necrosis of the Ego

I hate the world and ordinaries

I burn my boats

I cut myself off feelings

I hold them and he in an abhorrence.

I want to present all the people -

With true natural pain.

To deepent everything into depression

Fear is natural and

A nice feeling

Throughout the magnitude.

I see an imagination in my eyes.

I am an imagination of

The ill, paralysed mind.

Sometime everyone will give up

But it will be too late.

And the end is the worst

Because all-powerfuls look at

Your convulsions.

I knew too early

The first step is behind me

The ordinaries turns into

The irrational nightmares,

Which live inside me.

I deliver my hatred for the world.