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.