For live that I could still sense after breathing a poisonous anger
and tranquil soul that I could still grasp over a tainted solid mastermind I portrayed
I feel grateful for finally being able to stretch a red-permanent line in the midst of  shattered things
and actually take a step out from a hell that been create by my corrupted sanity.
Now that we arrive here while other human-kind being busy huff and puff to unknown destinations on the highway to nowhere,
we could finally had a same point of view that it all happened as a form of affirmation that each of us, however, have witnessed in each other triumph and fall.

About the haze of forgiveness.