what urge me to do right?
the emptiness - the conciousness of living in
the void of the feral muting against the vacant -
cold
void - the incensed endeavour to
rescing the fact of vacuty to be doomed
neverthless - my imagination - just symbols
or
repressed desires? - vision of adoration and
death? - and the disillusion of living in
a world that has to be rescued - an
age
that is sainted to mental decline and
my incapability to struggle for liberation
my last minute should not be marked
by
the realization that I never really lived
