I am doomed to a world where I do not see reality.

I'm not really sure about what you are, and what I am.

Of beauty and strength, I can see that we live in what people called Limbo.

But still, it's more than any Middle of good and evil.

In my eyes and in my heart this is just a dream ..

I could cry, I can shake, I can scream, I could do damage.

Yet I'll do nothing that moves inside the humanistic lines.

A highly intelligence creature has problems to understand low sympathetic creatures.

According to me it's just common sense and dandyism of not wanting to understand a sense, an act or pure desire ..

Still I do not understand why I was condemned to be non human.

I can see in front of me, you have two hands. ten fingers and all blood, nerves and bones.

However, I have two that look the same as yours, and 10 arms more.

You never see them , but you still fear them ..

Your silken hair as easily go down over the neck ..

I have it down to the chest, but still, I have bones, horns coming from the side of my cranium ..

Sometimes I wonder if it's a dream or not .. why I am so different ..

Why did I became the monster in the story.

And why wasn't I'm the innocent.

But, of course.

I had not written this then ..

And the world would not have looked like now ..

So, my death may help you in the end anyway after all ..

Annons

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June 2011