Alone in this room he was thinking about the world surrounded by a cold atmosphere under a sepulcral silence sitting near his window looking around under the rain writting a diary of horror & anguish writing these lines with all the hatred which felt his soul putting on words agony & suffering.
Victim of a painful & agonic emptiness his hear was beating abruptly trying to find a reason to go on struggling for a lost cause disgrace tore bit by bit his heart tears turned into blood time didn't heal the wounds he knew the end comes it was written from birth.
Distant memories lost in time a forgotten page covered to dust.
