I'm a masochist, climaxing as vats of visual acid drip
waves from the outside sit in my lapses which inhabited
the greater part of a lesser life, being stuck in this catharsis
83 channeling bloodlust in an abyss of darkness
decoding transmissions grants visions of utter agony
masked torturers cut anatomies, who lusted fantasy
life-the remains of another day sold for minimal gain
coating each thought with a subliminal strain, it'll remain
no matter the penance, ask for a sentence-i'll grin and lie
prerecorded monologues my only source of stimuli
satellite feeds my daily sustenance, i pass most days
curling my frail frame in front of waves of cathode rays
seeking blessed asylum in a world of excessive violence
hallucinations overtake reality, bloodshed tests horizons
pain thresholds paint chests cold, disciples are derelicts
with care, videocameras on tripods shall prepare the crypt
a confused heretic, with beta-compatible dreams
hoping to be awoken from his with a rabid animal's scream
bow to the latest religion where the natives shall pray with a vision
mechanical manacles, fatality, hate and derision, nascent edition.