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I have to move house soon. The previous occupants will be arriving in January and I only have three weeks left behind me. Did I say I wasn't getting younger? But the people round me were? I should have more of "me" as the days reverse, but I no longer seem in alignment with the time line I once knew. I was never born in the world through which I'm travelling backwards, I'm nothing, a scrap of flesh, haunting this dull past life. I no longer have parents: dead when I wasn't born. The only thing I have of them is a photograph yellowed and faded by who knows what time, with faces blurred into nothingness. A decision! I shall search for my new future by tracing my past! I'm getting colder and colder... But I can find no document, no trace of my life. Not a hint of myself in the archives. For me, existence stopped the day it became the day before. I shall investigate the hospitals in the north of the country. I found this vague instruction on the back of my parents'photograph. Then I can ascertain those died in childbirth on the day I came into being! But for now I need to wait... 
					

Never had I reached horizons far away
And as I travelled my past streamed far behind
Only blood dried and cracked and caked on carapace
How far we'd gone I can't say
Here they come...
How far we'd gone I can't say
Here they come
Only blood dried, only blood dried
Only blood dried, only blood dried
Dried... dried... dried
How far we'd gone I can't say
Here they come !!!
come... come... come... come... come... come... come...
Till my shell kind come
We'll try to hide in dunes
And can we mask the smell of blood ?
The chitinous clicks boom
How far we'd gone I can't say
Until I'm struck dumb, I'm strunk dumb...
And my mouth is dry, my limbs are numb !
How far we'd gone I can't say
Come... come... come... come... come...
We'll try to hide in dunes
Till my shell kind come
We will try, we'll try to hide
We will try, we'll try to hide
We will try, we'll try to hide
We'll try... we'll try...
We'll try to hide in dunes
We will try... we will try...
Till my shell kind come ! 
				

A feeling of liberty invades me.
My corpse itself unleashed of this suffering.
I'm not sufficiently myself,
In this intoxicating spiral taht attracts my damaged corpse,
Draining the force that stays me. I forget the attraction Of this earth's eddies which absorbs me eyes.
Like in a dream,
I'm swallowed in anguish but i'm ready to guage my own Glance with that of others.
A feeling of freedom invades me.
Fear leaves me, finally free I'm appeased.
Their stares don't weigh me down now,
The mind is a stranger to me.
I'm not myself finally... 
				

Then it genuflects to god
And forthwith sucked into the void
In its wake an ultra luminescence of purest white.
Another moves to do the same
If they wish to show me the way to heaven or hell
forgive me father for I have sinned... 
				

Somebody please stop or kill me...
I cry my suffering to drown the noise sent out by XY-TÄH and D-ÄN.
The torture of my little brain is starting now to drive me insane. 
				

The pain in me it sharpens
I am not strong enough
The hope for me is barren
I am not strong enough

The sheer of flesh rips me
I am not strong enough
They do not even drug me
I am not strong enough!

The whine of the saw changes
I am not strong enough
The hit on bone deranges
I am not strong enough'

The drip I know is my blood
I am not strong enough
Then into blackness I scud
I am not strong enough!

Now I'm blind, my eyes I know they've bound
The saw sinks deeper, now I know I'm drowned

Excision? Excision!

The pain in me...

The hope for me..
Excision!
				

Deepest night again?
Glued in recline
I know that now the narcotic recedes
Now I have to think.
I have to know the genesis
And why I am so bloodied
Movement is useless, and so is the squalling

I must free me from confinement
Wrench out these benumbed ducts
I have to depart from
This hiemal alcove
Before my mind self-destructs

Deepest night again?
Fastened to this chair
I reason that the chance to leave stalls
Quick! Before it abates.
Will there be an exit?
Where should or could I go?

Find what freedom costs me
Buried in the dirt
Else the tubes will swallow me
Smother me in hurt.
Find what freedom costs me
Escape is the goal now
Buried in the dirt
I'll crawl if I have to
Else tubes will swallow me
Now I have to live!
Smother me in hurt.

But then the seat betrays me
Rocking to and fro
It squeals out in protest
The earth looks inviting
Yes I know I must go.
Yet I know I must go.

Find what freedom costs me
Buried in the dirt
Else the tubes will swallow me
Smother me in hurt.
				

Red streams slide down my hand,
They are taking my life from me.
They flow red as they decorate my skin,
Will they take my soul away?
"Lightness sensation"
Will I ever get rid of my anguish?
Will my soul be blessed?
The red streams decorate my skin,
The meanders begin to connect.
A growing lake reflects my glassy stare,
Will I ever escape this sight?
Mother, I can see your sad face,
With trembling fingers you close my eyes.
Now I'm always unable to look at your grief,
I would like to tell you, it will be alright.
"Attraction sensation"
As my body lies in the middle of the room,
I look at you kneeled by my side.
Even though my eyes are closed,
My look seems to overhang the scene.
It's strange to see your own corpse!
Quickly it all disappears... 
					

Soon it becomes a point on a screen.
As a mirror crowd surrounds me.
I would like to understand.
No! I just want to leave this place.
I'd rather still be alive... 
					

I try to search through my mind,
I try to free my soul.
My soul? My mind? What am I now?
An entity?
Endless corridors made of dusty mirrors surround me, Reflecting the being
I once was, stained with blood and bathed in tears.
He holds out his hand into my direction,
I have to help him to save my soul!
I have to return to find my exit...
Wandering through the lobby I have found my way.
I open the door, as I'm hit by a blinding light.
I hope I'll be free. Will I ever be free?...