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
