I'm afraid that my own self-judgement failed.

I've faced a fake court of illusive queens of lies.

Not able to understand what was hidden behind me.

Not able to express what was inside me.



I remembered these tears.

Permanent Acid Pain.

Broken pieces of glass dormant in my corpse.

Pushing me to evolve by weakness.

Reaching that limit of unconscious.

My Eyes cannot be closed.



I faced what I wanted to consider as purity.

I felt regrets when I touched her hand.

I was hurtled when I kissed her lips.

I thought I felt sadness.

But it was disgust, only.



I wanted to swallow what I was not able to vomit.

I wanted to fly away and return to that embryonic foetus state.

Something has to live again. Death do not give life.

A creature without that repugnent capacity of procreation.

Sumptuous Endrogyna.



Unemotional unborn nature.

Liquid crystal shining through eyes.

I walked without leaving traces on the sand.

I wish I could breath like those humans I refused to hurt.

But they refuse to share what they have in abundance.