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The shattered walls of belief

Crumbling down

Revealing mirrors everywhere

Reflected is a perverted

Broken man

Unconditional love drenched in despair

Supposed to be immortal

He is sick and tired

Creeping on the path of sanity

His words are carried by the wind

Meaningless

Whispering his elegy

“Kaleidoscopic images of what life is all about

I bleed, what for?

For no one

Philanthropic goodness falls prey to mass stupidity

I breathe, what for?

For nothing

Life is an act of slavery of what others carve in stone

Who chose? Did I?

Was it you?

Am I qualified to make a difference between right and wrong?

For you? Am I?

Doesn’t feel so

I feel the need to justify

Every word I say

And whatever I can touch

Might cease to be

I may question all I find

It’s insignificant

I wouldn’t dare to cross the line

I am the imperfect”

And he cries upon the splinters

On the floor

While yearning to understand

And his existence seems so hollow

Undefined

And he’s yearning for an end