Now my head is scrambled like a puzzle,
bits and pieces,
inside out,
persona,
self,
shadow,
are they all part of one single being?
Do I have a physical body?
Is it me? this flesh I have, is it really me?
Is really hard to tell,
whenever I look at the mirror,
I don't recognize the piece of flesh as a self.
I don't even know if the mirror lies...

Its always the same,
how come I only dwell at the same thoughs,
are in some way humans,
trapped in the same thoughs,
over and over...

There's no real person to whom I adress this messages,
indeed mostly they are all adressed to me,
but other may find it useful.


And as the twilight morning comes to greet me hello,
I say goodbye.
I have the feeling not long from now, I will depart,
I really don't know, I really fear me.
What can I do, how much harm can I create with these hands of mine,
how much insanity will my mind tolerate before destroying itself in a cruel attempt to achieve peace.