Blood and confusion

Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts
thoughts silently transmit our inner essence
the eternal silence leads to oblivion.
i am contradiction, the boundary, inside and outside
i am difficulty, immoderation, mannerism, simplicity,
rigor, baroque, minimalism
i'm like this music that twists around itself,
that gets torn and recomposes.
i'm the result of a test, the survivor of a living
rottenly imbued of my life, counterpoint to the petrification of pain
heap of rocks, skeleton of soul, voice suspended in a dream
longing for entering the mystery of visible
for tasting the sweet horror vacui.
i listen to the silence
i feed myself with fear, rage, anguish and unspoken sensations
surprised and spellbound by the grotesque and eclectic revelation of things.
i perceive something tragic here
and my mind is blood and confusion.