There is no image of you in front of my
inner eye
I don't want to have visions that are not
built out of my impressions
Words so meaningless, ideas so
uncreative

My abnormal feelings create other
spheres
Worlds of hate and destructive art
And the consuming power that creates
my own personality
To include everything that you tried to
build up

You wanted to give me sense, you tried
to tell me about emotions
A mind so unstructured, you won't ever
own
So you call it apostatized

In my cold environment there is no time
No place for simple solutions
Only despair, melancholy and
overwhelming truth
No soul, just feelings that consume you to
death

We used to be like warriors
To procreate our imagination superior

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