• This is my confession.
    I was the wounded child
    who hungered for a better life.
    I was a living corpse
    who belonged in a casket.
    The underworld is my heaven,
    and heaven is non-existing.
    I played search-and-destroy
    as a child with others.
    They never came back.
    They disappeared within the black horizon
    with angels who give the gift of silent screams.
    I was thrown down into an endless, malevolent abyss,
    encountering the plague of death
    speeding through my living remains.
    I was the lonely blade longing for love.
    There is no mercy behind the mask of life.