there is no justice in a fall,

my emotions unrelated to my life theme,

like a crowd in the mall.

broken glass panes sticking out from the ground;

lost in the shadows of a inexistant pain, 

hoping that I am finally found.

what i leave behiend is only the sands on my grave.

cherishing the struggles that i never lost;

in a city of the delusional, i render some tune in my senses.

destroying the illusions and hunting for  my reasons,

i live among the light and shades of the season.