Natura Obscura Testo

Inside the deep forests
Of dolor, where I
Secretly hide my weepings,
where I conceal my dreads...
The snake is slumbering
Like a dead limb,
I am cold in your body...
I penetrate into your wounds
where eyes are watching for me,
numb gapings, threshold
With no borders,
oblivion of flesh and mourning...
Small mimetic animal,
I wander through your recesses
tasting like salt flower...
Flesh cathedral, I dissect your entrails,
dreadful irradiated fate,
where I consider the real shape
of the circle, thousand times..