And I'm disappointed,
I'm lost
without a path, far away.  
I feel lost,
feel that I'm no longer.
Pain.
Where, how, when, why,
no longer make sense to me.
Terrible and nasty life.
That's how I feel it up there, on the banks of the swirling broken society.
Death.  

What a wonderful, healing dream.
Besides everything, seems paradise.
but what mirage without a use
for now, I am between limit and ... limit.
I'm caught and formless.
I struggle, but I am free.
Ironic.

But what do I know?
I laugh, because I cry,
and cry even when I laugh.
Small worms move slowly through the heart
they cover and suffocate it.
I'm sick, without an illness.
what wouldn't I give for it...
Only if there was something.
and ultimately,
I'm just blank.