I wander about the path solitude brought me to,
I wonder what i feel but speak in those interviews ,
I wonder how unkind was my own company to me ,
I wonder if I will have to live with the same person , i lived this birth with.

My words don't make sense to anyone ,
Some people think i am deep lost in my depression ,
Some think i have no interest left in any of my passions ,
The rest of them think that this cruel end of my story was a premonition.

I implored for mercy to god and humanity,
Tonnes of pyres is all i see in my vicinity ,
There has not been a day i have not been thinking of my disabilities,
Why did he implant in humans this feeling of fragility?

My soul denies to live today ,
the engines have stopped working and i am sure its the mayday,
I might have made a lot of mistakes which led me here,
Whenever i think about those things i wonder why i dont fear.

This delirium isloates me from this world,
I feel like a sheep far separated from the herd,
There not many reasons to my hamartia , not many lies ,
But today , the only protagonist of my parent's story dies.