Like the loneliest dagger
seeking its next victim
ready to stab her,
Its next prade in the wilderness of chaos,
Bringing fire down from the heavens
-in chains wild Prometheus-
so I am,so I stay
in eternal fog set upon me by nightmares,
So I lay down upon
destructive dreams of passionate flights,
In the skies above the sunrise
beyond touch,feel and lies
Like the last breath of the hanged man
with his blured eyes
lobotomized into the final hour.

So I am.