I often wondered what could be hidden under

The sleeping thing that the eyes will never see

Lost somewhere in the dark water, silent and quiet

I fear the discharge

Watching

Waiting for your sleep, fear the underneath

Crouching

Waiting for your sleep, fear the underneath

The underneath

The carapace is frail and the peaceful warth of water

Wraps me up

Like a protecting uterus you never want to escape from

[The beast waits]

And receive the freezing [The beast waits] coldness of life

Torture of your first breath

The beast waits for you

Advent of the unknown side

Once born the entity gnaws each cell of the organism

It composed

The carapace is broken and I am swept along by the current

Like a gangrened literus vomiting a lifeless fetus

My feelings are so contradictory

Unconscious dreads it more than all

I felt my body slide slowly in liquid without being able

To prevent it

Sometimes it's better to watch the external world

From the underneath

When you are no more a part of it