what urge me to do right? the emptiness - the conciousness of living in the void of the feral muting against the vacant - cold void - the incensed endeavour to rescing the fact of vacuty to be doomed neverthless - my imagination - just symbols or repressed desires? - vision of adoration and d**h? - and the disillusion of living in a world that has to be rescued - an age that is sainted to mental decline and my incapability to struggle for liberation my last minute should not be marked by the realization that I never really lived