I erased the illusion of your being ...
I must be hard on myself
Ι must recover, Ι totter, being demolished!
Even though I 've been an "I must" killer ...
The instinct of self-preservation disappears ...
I'm too old to live, what I imagined
I'm too sick to hope at some future ...
The present ... You stole it from me like the bite from a hungry mouth!
The past ... obviously is crashing me until Katharsis ...
