It was odd how the silence invaded my mind, my gut began to rot. Words of a deadman. Often modified, engraved into me my words scattered. Sooner or later. My compassion will disappear as the sorrow surfaces, a feeling of failure will awaken like a beast. I cannot be tamed. One of the first signs of understanding is the wish to die. When I have the true feeling of myself is when I am unhappy. Follow your most intense obsessions. Please do not bend.