We know the secret reason, the reason for his parricide the silent and illusive try to stop the fleeting hand of time. A strategy, that will always be but a hopeless venture, bound to fail, and all he ever does conceive is a twisted kind of burial; which he had never though to yield…- as something further lies concealed.
Burying the children in a hurry, secretly within the tomb, in the gentle safety … of his own belly, where, soundly asleep, they’ll be waiting for the time of their delivery … and exactly that’s the irony! Something that he had never thought to yield…- as something further lies concealed.
Fear … this is the secret name, driving force and motivation for his attempt to stop the wheal; yes, something further leis concealed. We tru ly know the secret reason, still something further lies concealed, the dreadful murder, a sad illusion, now something else shall be revealed:
I, your child, bury myself within your body eagerly, forbidden taste, never admitted, driven by the ghouls of fear . Refuge for unspoken longing(s), we are not quite ready for this world; in silent slumber of a darker safety…- into my mother’s womb I want to return.