I, Who Brought Forth Myself - Le Grand Guignol

In deceitful hours my thoughts are threatening me

Encoffined in my mind they choke my will

Entwining my inherent they change my brain

To the womb that incubates insanity

My inner voice: A screeching, scraping choir

Performing in a cranial theatre

The end of act sick’s a rebirth,

A climax of feelings restrained

In contractious pain I give birth

To my sombre self, finally unleashed

Bewildered and numb I gaze at my corpus

Beholding a wry cavalcade of remains

At last I am victorious

Over me, who brought forth myself!