Mayhem risis. I wish to rot,
Sputum flows, containing blood,
Castration of my will to live;
I'm a vivid contagion, marbled with grief.

Your sacred oath, preservation of life!
Born out of naivety! biohazard!
It seems to me that what you need
Are my pangs of death! that's all you breed!
A biological circle isn't a phrase!
It's really important to me!
Disturbing the course, breaking the borders,
You offend humanity!

Torture or bliss?
I'd rather die like this:
Don't you see it in my face?
Kill me! it's an act of grace!

I want to be gifted with death!
Escape this omnivorous sickness,
Repressed by surgical wishful thinking,
And your profane ideals!
This morbid embrace! please bring me to fall!
Constant pain is washing through me!
I'm drawn to my subterranean bed,
But you're blind to my malady.

My fear of death cremates in hellish combustion,
Set aflame by pain, my life's in vain.
Comatose hours with this trickling disease,
Have stolen the joy from my eternal peace...

Extended terror, medication of drugs,
Resulting in my irony of life.
Your mission to heal transforms into torture.
If there's no hope, then leave me be!

Torture or bliss?
I'd rather die like this:
Don't you see it in my face?
Kill me! it's an act of grace!

Massive convulsions of my imbalanced body,
I hate to carry on!
This sordid synthetic insomnia!
Enough of this disequilibrium!
I may sound sick, and in fact I am,
But I'm sober considering justice!
Listen demi-god! my body is my own!
And my anguish will always recur!

Torture of bliss?
I'd rather die like this:
Don't you see it in my face?
Kill me! it's an act of grace!