A seething fetus, the eminent will

Fire is a living thing, you see

It breathes, eats...hates.

It consumes and thrives, but never will it be past the rampant instinct

(Written by Celene ©Sicario Sideral)

Sixth sun

While we might reach for an infinite tomorrow,
the past will cling to us like rusted chains

While my heart will pump blood through the veins of my body,
every second the putrid cavity of it will grow
If it were fire or ice one could not tell,
only aware of the scalding surface

(Written by Celene ©Sicario Sideral)

Yo mate al hijo prodigo...

I did.
I killed the prodigal son.

Procedimiento de 9 vidas

Fue prófugo del tiempo

Traspasando sepulcros hundidos en llagas y somnolencias

Como pozo de una angosta senda

Llena de sal, en un templo de hueso

Se encontró con una pared alta de ladrillo

Una fuerza imparable contra un objeto inamovible

La lumbre corrió sobre la superficie del mar

Fue una visión macabra

Como nos atraparon a los dos

(Written by Celene ©Sicario Sideral)

A demonstration of decay

Craters sink beneath the white eyes
Bottomless and empty,
the casket now dries
The flesh reeks and rots
Death's worse sentence now flaunts
That last breathe, that final tremor
Once the soul escapes,
the body is no more clever

Hunger and insanity
The chaos quickly precipitates
Before the iconoclast's vanity
Feral brother to desecrate,
humanity

(Written by Celene ©Sicario Sideral)