Don't [bad word] Him
 When He Turns His Back
 He Looks At You.
 Don't [bad word] 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 Place Where
 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?"
 Light? "Star"
 Boat? "An Insect"
 Plane? "Flying Fish"

 "I'm Looking At Somebody
 Who Belongs To My World"
 "This Is Your World,
 I 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,
 Indexed,
 Briefed, Debriefed
 Or Numbered!

 -Nightmare-

 [bad word]  My Friend!
 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 Drooping
 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 Challenge
 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,
 And The Unknown
 Persecutor Appears
 -Frame After Frame-
 In 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 Thousand Dreams
 Evaporates
 In The Reality
 Of New Incubus
 -Once Again-
 Made Of
 Smiles, Masks, Lifeless Confetti.
 Be Seeing You!
 Wandering Through The [bad word] Of Life
 Desperately I Plunge Into The Whirl.
 Wandering Through The [bad word] Of Life
 Slowly I Fall Into The Whirl Of
  [bad word]