Comprehension of the vagueness of comprehension:

I seek in my memory's black hole for all that is gone and
will never return.

When I reached for a hand to bring salvation, stop the
wandering pain,
I only got lost- trying to read my own
thoughts...

A requiem for our dreams for the hopes of one child for the
passion he had for all the good and the bad.


Fatal individual consequences:

The emanation of sorrow, Picture of a wilting rose, the
smell of a near death, the lack of loneliness-
Will bring me to follow a colorless shadow and run through
dry pastures like a mad man, like me.

Every day is my judgment, confronting my doom, I know very
clearly
I will be gone soon.
My future is known, an ancient foretold, I shall live thine
illusions and all will turn to gold.


Communal related conclusions out of pseudo solitude:

With the flames of black fire I burned time and space, by
defining just nothing I crated a race.
A race of the people whom don't run along, a real group of
people that yet they're alone...

Isolated by the force of others, by fools that enslaves all
the world,
Even though I can't fight them, I am not going to join them
at all.