The Darkness Moves thick, yet, there's no direction. So Many battles fought within. I am inside it and it keeps swallowing me, yet, it's not hungry. The air tastes of iron and rust but the body breathes anyways. Stupidly obeying its nature, its cage. I raise my hand, i don't intend escaping nor resisting. I … Continue reading Waving From the Maw of the Beast

Eu me tornei uma onomatopeia lânguida nadando no lago dos suicidas. Um eco sem origem, forma sem força, resquícios de um ruído antigo. Aquele murmúrio que morreu de exaustão no fundo de um espelho rachado. Cada braçada nesse lago é uma desistência disfarçada de sorriso, de movimento. A água me consome com ternura fingida, me … Continue reading Depois do Zero Absoluto

We live in a spiral. Not a metaphorical one, though those are everywhere, but a literal, galactic spiral. The Milky Way, a flattened whirl of stars and dust, spinning in the dark. Gravity holds it together, barely. It’s wide and thin, stretched like a dying thought across nothing. And in this spiral, on a rock … Continue reading The Great Flat Spiral

In the far distance, a black tower thrusts from the earth, one hand raised from its summit, either in farewell or in warning, it is impossible to tell. Drifting in the vault of night as if surrendering to something unspeakable. Draped in midnight's own fabric, a body bound only by a slender golden chain at … Continue reading A long, inexorable fall.

Eu me sinto morto, nestes últimos 28 dias, eu parei de sentir o mundo externo. Embotamento. Aprendi recentemente o que isso significa. Susan Sontag me ensinou. Mas eu acredito que o caso seja mais profundo. Enquanto os outros desviam os olhos, eu escrevo linhas em tua honra. Enquanto os vivos te amaldiçoam entre sussurros, eu … Continue reading Fugit irreparabile tempus

This morning i was checking some new stuff at Comatose music bandcamp and i was gladly surprised with Darren Cesca's Cytolysis. We all know this man is a machine, one of my favorite Death Metal drummers out there. He had so many bands already, I had already forgotten one his entourages, which was Serpent of … Continue reading 3 Albuns i can’t believe people aren’t still talking about

Aturdido. E novamente aturdido, como se mil agulhas de gelo, mergulhadas num éter desconhecido, perfurassem cada ínfimo poro da percepção. Despertam em mim centenas de sensações que não são minhas, que parecem sentidas por outro, de outro mundo, e apenas retransmitidas a esta pobre carcaça por um telégrafo cósmico cuja chave enferrujou. O que sou … Continue reading Tecido (Des)conjuntivo

"Holding the beast as if it was her brother, her lover, her reflection. Wrapping her arms around its neck fearlessly. The fervor of someone who has long shed the illusion of difference. When the smiles are too wide, teeth are bared, there is a grotesque ecstacsy, it's not innocent, not wicked, it's something far stranger, … Continue reading Carrion Sky – “As our Hearts Devour us” – Album Review

Crimson steam from the nostrils of dread,Hooves crush the skulls of the never-dead.Black steed screaming through sulphur skies,Astride it rides the pact and the lie. Faust, broken, grips the saddle of despair,Eyes wide with truths no soul should bear.Flesh unravels in Mephisto's grip,As hellfire erupts from the demon’s lips. Hell gallops, breath of rot and … Continue reading Faustian Grasp

A stark and haunting study of the human body at the precipice of death, the painting captures the brutal grip of tetanus in its most agonizing manifestation: opisthotonus, a state of extreme muscular spasm. The figure, nude and pale, is arched violently in a bridge-like contortion upon a simple, dark mattress, the back hyperextended so … Continue reading Opisthotonus Cruciform