I am writing off all the symbols,
will not wait for the judgement and cross the boundaries.
I am not you, I am not him, a blemished soul, it wants to be set free.
Conjugating fever at large....colliding, colliding with guts of needles.
Tasting ambrosia of pain, oedipus asking for another name.
I am offloading the ancient guilt, give me some time.
I do not want any clouds to follow me,
my words are scented with streaks of blood
and shine when only the cinders arrive.
