Egophobia...

Leaden treasure in the body,
Reasonable heart and medusa.
Bitterness flows out in crimson tears,
The eye its bleeding melancholy gives away,
From a ramified serpent, blue
Wailing to the sobbing beat
Of its heart, spitting.
Fierce assassinating disillusions,
Gun, dagger, vicious rope;
Sadness drowns in its incandescent flow
The spirit: pool of blood.
The body survives or does not...
The spirit... does not
The mirror scrutinises with hatred,
Hatred for the I who stands before,
Body and soul,
Ego... Phobia --
Egophobia
Longing for decay, for autodestruction.
Loving -- comitting suicide
Love is suicide
I am here

-cradle of filth-