RECVIEM ALTER EGO | Begining
Struck by a brief feeling of sickness he throws down the pen… rapidly puts his hands on top of the sheet of paper and softly cripples it… Why be sincere, nobody really cares about what he really feels, nobody wants to know what his dreams and hopes are. What they want is the satisfaction of seeing that he is what they expect him to be , to see him turn out as they wished… to exaggerate his actions and feelings like he is right now…
One last time… steady feeling the curves of the pen … picks it up…
~ He writes from sadness, suspicion, frustration, anger and rage…
Bleeding out his soul, filling every pale white page
Holding the pencil like a sword of spiritual wrath
Driving his knowledge to a spiritual path.
Who’s he to speak of deviance and fanaticism?
When his every breath is covered cynicism
Building around him a wall of self perspective
Now he can only walk backwards in retrospective
Retracing the steps of his failed logic
Grimming at what once seemed nostalgic
Regretting the wrong choices made in a calculated life
Now opens a new chapter… the disgusting social strife ~
“Recviem alter ego”
…has begun.
Shaking with anxiety drops the pen, takes long deep breaths…
