De Rebus Que Gerunter

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

Death? - 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