that beat our reason, bloody dreams that corrupt our entrails, look at me, I'm not afraid, what a dangerous game, what a mocking smile is hidden behind that mask?
Like a gladiator in Ancient Rome I pay with my blood for entertain fake strangers, my life is not a matter... whatever it lead it's an illusion so... why not let blood flow like a river across limbs? smell the scent of the sword which has just emerged from the flesh, It's damn delicious, isn't it?