Feverish

Tired, shameful, down
Abducted by fatality

Seduced by definitive thoughts
Efficacious woodworm of the soul

Spreading the damned seed of the fly
Dilemma in the election
Of the cause of your death

Cherishing the beast of your death
Going on a meaningless pilgrimage
To the landscapes of shadow

Do you really exist?
Do you really deserve
This ironical vomit?
This remain of myself is my kingdom

To sleep and destroy my remembrance
Will be my only ambition for all times
Is there really a reason to search
This sluggish evisceration of the mind?

All your life, a false path to the death of the senses
To my fear, unemotion of your face

Feverish, hurt
Destruction, obsession
Your body as a cold, very cold wind

That spills into pieces my soul