(Un)fulfillment My Life's went away with the wind. The bitter life tasting with the dirty water. Even the scars on the body did not exile... Nothingness. The darkness has become brightness, the brightness the darkness. One step away, beyond it all. The warm, the cold, the holidays and the whore Paranoia, paranoia, paranoia... Too late. There's nothing to change. The pain. There's nothing to feel. The young/the old, the tired one; the denial of existence. The wet sperm on the old pictures... And the pain of unwanted pleasure... The hurting hand and the hurting soul... Who am I? The darkness... The sense of security... There's calm... The calimg... Amen Ohtar/T.Borowski