Here;... my deepest sulks,

 with aquatic eyes;

 my mind;

 so you know every thought.

Underneath flesh;

 my heart;

 beating only by the engine made from unmute lovers.

Shrinking;

 supported by simple wishes;

 an American boy I am.

Chained to the wilderness;

 thereof day and night regulate with a liquid,

bequeathing images;

arranging recurring antiutopia,

 between us.

Interesting.  I have a question though... "antiutopia" instead of "dystopia"?  Are you saying "arranging recurring" opposites of paradise, or "arranging recurring" bleak images of the future?  Just a thought.