Transference

Transference, transference
I was fed with the rotten seeds of your presence
I was infected, by your spiritual death
I was deluded, then stolen, by my innocence
So glad you are dead, but still
I’m haunted by the these seeds, of your presence

Even tough you were never really there
Even tough I was never there, either
Even tough it is all dead,
And it never really happened,
I’m still, and will be, forever trapped
And infected

The blood I have in my hands, and that will increase
The implosions turning into explosions, that will never cease
It will be alo in your hands, in your dirty hands
It will be also in the ashes of your bones, forever
You will pay for it all, much more, even more
Even from your cheap grave

In this last of all funerals, you teached me
That I am the master, not the slave
I am ceasing to bleed, as everyhing becomes....
Just what it is
Just the eternal abyss
Ignorance might work for them, but
Reality, and all that comes with it, the abyss,
It’s my only real bliss