Don't trust him
 When he turns his back
 He looks at you
 Don't trust him
 When his eyes are closed:
 He still looks at you
 
 I fled, I fled
 Devouring the space
 But the shapeless bulk
 Was chasing me -enraged-
 Breathing my footsteps
 Unsated with killing me
 Slowly
 Nailing my incandescent thoughts
 Along the border
 Of insanity
 In a place where
 A procession of fleshly numbers
 Slides incessantly
 Into the ironic waters
 Of the cosmos
 Seeking to remember
 The sense
 Of the impossible word:
 Escape
 
 "Who are you looking for?
 What are you looking at?"
 A light? "a star"
 A boat? "an insect"
 A plane? "a flying fish"
 
 "I'm looking at somebody
 Who belongs to my world"
 "This is your world
 I am your only world"
 
 I can't remember
 When the fog
 - unravelling
 The real and inexplicable
 Contradictions
 That crowd together
 The human brain lobes -
 Imprisoned me
 In the spider's web
 Of the one who touches
 The minds of the mad
 Curbing and churning
 The confetti of their thoughts
 
 "Without corpses
 There's no war
 And without war
 There's no victory
 My dear!"
 
 I will not be pushed
 Filed, stamped
 Inedxed
 Briefed, debriefed
 Or numbered!
 
 - Nightmare -
 
 Welcome, my freind!
 Here whole generations
 Of ghosts
 Have raised
 Their eyes and wings
 Each morning
 To unbounded space
 With the innocent joy
 Of crysalids
 Greeting
 Their final metamorphosis
 And in the evening
 They're dead and dropping
 Like lifeless flowers
 Swayed by the plaintive
 Whistling of the wind
 You must learn, we are all pawns
 On this hopeless chessboard;
 Your move!
 
 "Maybe you don't know my face
 But well you know my name
 - My name is death"
 Dressed in white, smiling
 The girl who was death
 And loved me so much
 Desiring to bring me back to her
 The only way out
 To no purpose
 
 "Why are they trying
 To kill me?"
 "Because they don't know
 You are already
 Dead!"
 
 Face to face
 Shut up
 In the cage of time
 The man and I
 Joined by fate
 In the degree absolute
 The challange
 Without return match
 Where the price to one is:
 Living
 And pain to the other is:
 Not dying!
 
 The mask! The mask!
 I must take off
 His mask!
 Now! Now!
 
 But just as victory
 Seems finally
 To favour me
 Aand the unknown
 Persecutor appears
 - Frame after frame -
 In a slow instantaneous
 Electric shock
 Here is my contorted face
 To reveal, sneering
 The final dramatic
 Deceit
 When victim and hangman
 Exchange roles
 The triumphant freedom
 Of a thousand dreams
 Evaporates
 In the reality
 Of a new incubus
 - Once again -
 Made of
 Smiles, masks, lifeless confetti
 Be seeing you!
 Wandering through the catacombs of life
 Desperately I plunge into the whirl
 Wandering through the catacombs of life
 Slowly I fall into the whirl of
 - Hell -