I'm not hunting for identity, my wills are only to embrace reality.

I live within a start and i lie beneath an ending.

I have neither ideology nor a philosophy, i create my own astrology.

Life is a matter of time; a qudratic possibility.

I'm a criminal in my own eyes, i hide between lies and i do vows.

I shiver whenever i transit a smile to the hild face that encourges mine.

I have gone beyond simplicity and imagenary, i froze to my hardest entity.

I noo longer believe in humanity it was banished by cruelty.

I never continue because expectations are stupidity.

And I, I cannot say no more because dying is a possibility.