A feeling - as if I could smile and bleed the same -

I suspect of some greedy evil in me

I stare resteless at my steps so cold

In hot lands

I'm feeling

As if all that hurts, is me.


Always walking through unknown lands

Mechanical inertness


As a stranger to your sun

Ghost of marble

Timeless cry


Observing this - so far - mankind falling and rising

Their power to restore what they loose so quick

When I seem unable to will

And last

I'm feeling

As if what I hate, is me.


Lifetime of dispassion

My highest hope shall never bloom


And sometimes I ask myself

Who do I belong?

This place is not for me

And my face wears not their skin

I feel a buzz in (my) head

Please let me see

Is mine a sane playground?

Is this reality?