Inferno manifesto

Hell is a social body ,oozing and feverish 

in a fit of dustbin spirit .

Hell is an old silent movie

that plays on a loop in my head .

Shouting morbid  mantras 

between the cotton-soft walls 

of a padded room .

Hell is this unity in dispersion.

Mister Bean in the other's absent gaze.

  I am making the buzz .

you're making the booze .

 This is the story of a crazy bird 

shivering with cold in paradise .

 I am a nothing who is recognized.

  Or a genius dancing on the moon ...

 Sometimes, I wake up ,wondering : 

'' What time is it in my dreamare ? ''

  There is no arrivure or departal for hell !

Its a jungle for cubist painter ,

trampling on an impressionist garden ! 

  " Are you Jane ? ''

- '' I am not  Zorro ! ''

Lets read the scriptures :

In the beginning was the canvas .

Which gave birth to the web .

Which  created the maze .

Who gave serpent ,the presence .

 And so madness was born .

  And madness says : 

'' It's a funny chaos ,buddy ! 

Don't worry, be happy Buddha ! ''

 My friend the doc' Freud  

in his fed' attire ,prescribed me

the beast's QR code for life ,

to enable me to keep in touch 

with all my differences .

  '' That's $ 150 boy !

and  good Halloween ! ''

  Hell is  pernicious .

It sticks you in grand'ma jam .

Turning you into a grown-up 

with no answers ...

 You're going to die 

from a a shortage of consumption .

Jim Morrison takes your hand  

to the river .

  And hell tastes like eternal regrets ...