I live for the profane,
I live for the void,
I always end up alone
I had a dream
but can not remember it.
Today, after obsessive and bad moments
I float; my feet unlearned to walk.
After all the cold does not bother,
my skin feels no pain, rusty heart...
After all the cold becomes friend
and the storm becomes light breeze.
A long time ago I had a life...
Lie, I never had one
I persisted, I fought, I failed!
Screaming until voiceless...
Then kept my silence forever