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.