Capitulo Final

As from today, i m an individualistic parasite.
a zealot from the deepest corners of an empty space,
surviving it's own demise,
rescued by the integrity of its history and flaws,
the reflection of it's condition,
a watered emancipation of brutality and despotism
a fraudulent misconception of real pain and passion.

just another lost thought in the imperatives of liars and seduction,
how can i become a person, instead of a memory?

but then again,
i see you smiling and something wakes me up, just for that instant,
that smile is magic, therefore you are.

some kind of drug has made me hallucinate again,
oh me.

save me.

or i could die saving you.
the premonition of how the sacrifices are made.