Sweet sins scars my horizon.

Got nothing to expect in this emotional unstable time.

Looking forward there is a meanningless life to go.

Path of sorrow! Age of decay!

Pictures of wrong decisions veils my sleep but the lines are drawns.

Nothing could release me. Am I born to excuse my way of thinking?

Am I force to justifiy who I am? Death.

Sweet death could be a mercyful fate.

Delivered of despair.

New kind of freedom.

A new kind of face.