EXUVIUM [beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, that we are still able to bear]

A thousand lines throughout your body I'll eat you bit by bit from the inside My finest prize My hara-kiri Exuvium Exuvium Exuvium Exuvium (Exuvium) Exuvium Exuvium Exuvium Exuvium No exquisite pleasure feels like The amaranthine gaze in your eyes Spasmodic womb and trembling child Lay waste to everything with your light What is your soul made of? Beauty And what is beauty? Terror Exuvium Exuvium Exuvium Exuvium