Talking to an abstract, yet figurative image of myself 
Seen vagely from this dim and misty place 
All those beings are like faceless and with tranquilled hearts 
Words like hunted flesh 
They return again... and again 
Calling up the stirs of pain 
Walking down those stairs again 
I am barely the shadow of my former self 'cause 
I NO LONGE
R CARE! FU
CK YOU..... 
ALL OUT TH
ERE!!!