The living I had tamed
to make it feel comfy.
A cage mistaken for home,
Walls white as Death.

Only an unexpected trembling of lines,
An anomaly in the continuity of my civilization,
Let me touch the forbidden fabric of life

The haunted hand of God extends itself
A formless paradise,
A paradise I do not desire.

How can I imagine a face
If I do not know what expression I need?

The horror,
the horror is myself
before everything i see