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Blood is only ink with which it writes its own poem.

My tribute, my handwriting, my farewell!!!

I hear my blood like flapping wings.

I don't know myself, I want to save myself!!!

I vomit the need for meaning and insanity.

The thirst for total domination grows

becoming an irresistible impulse…

Sensation of the whole possession, giddiness from

getting to know my dark passions.

Pathological narcissism, psychotic episodes,

illusion, hidden reality.

Sirens of the Apocalypse!!!

Lack is invenitable ,the war in me makes me alive.

Death is peace!!!

Beauty in the art of horror in this world is my redemption....

Death is not defeat, it is my cure.

Relief in renovating my personality.

Don't be sad for me, I won't rise!!!

I will take my rest!!!

Time to calm my mind…