Ce texte est la première mouture d'un travail autour d'une chanson en cours de composition.
No sound. There shouldn't be any sound. Alone. Lonely mission of mine disrupted by a presence; Out of control. So signal. No identification. Just a thought, lurking in the corner, taking form, shaping from the void. A wish of silence. To be hollow again, surrounded by cloud of psychotropes. Medical hallucination. Supposed to be aslee. Heatbeats racing from afar. Geting closer. Death is a complete isolation therefore I'm alive. I feel pain. No pleasure. Just hollow orgasm produced by pressure fo so long. Just pain. The troubling and filthy reality that I cherish. Trying to find my way. Around a corridor. Another corridor. Another. Here comes another one. I should be asleep. I should be walking in my dreams and finding the ultimate truth behind a wooden door. But where is life? Where is pain ? No pleasure. It's still lurkinng. It's behind me. Slow touch, cold life. Life. Repeat the process. Let the claw slash air before it penetrates my skin. Inside, outside. Come on ! Inside, outside. Something is rolling outside of me, caressing my arm and letting me know I'm not dreaming. This hould be a nightmare. Where are my screams ? Lack of torment. A smile, wide and warm. Satisfied. Turn around and face the threat. Savior. A shell of flesh. Not so different from mine. Not as empty. Feed me with your desire. I welcome you with open arms. With open flesh. SCarred tissue. Reinitialize my body and let me see where I came from. From what I fear will begin the new conjonction of life. Species so alike. Desire. I feel the same. No need to pray. No need of a god. From the complete exhausion of the human form will come a new breed. Transcend death with symbiosis. Your uniqueness does not affect me anymore. Here comes the hive.
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