I walk barefooted and naked over the frozen coals of fire pits. The wind covers the earth in ash while I carve my name into tarmac. And when they left me in the shelter I screamed for them to save my life. The foul taste of death in the air couldn’t choke my cry. Yet all ears were deaf ever since man began to speak. All the years of peaceful protest couldn’t prevent the nuclear plants to spring a leak. Those who survived are worse off than the dead with nothing to fill their stomachs but sand, stones and toxics. No birds in the sky no worms in the soil no wisdom in a place that has been swept away by oil. I recoil from imaginary gunshots. Traumatized and paranoid my body covered with razor cuts. Insanity substituted vanity. My phantasy is praising suicide. I am an alien element in this world waiting for ma last chance to collide with reality. I’m not supposed to live I’m supposed to give. I’m supposed to pass on my name and extend the branches of my family tree. With no family left I stripped down this memory. Ever since then I’ve carried the broken pieces of my heart in a treasure chest. My fortress is loneliness. I’m holding on to this bitterness. I caress the splinters of my crucifix. My time is running out. Yes, I’ve tried to tame the lunatics. Now I see that this road comes to an end. I exhale my final breath and let my body float in quicksand. I take my stand when I command my armies of false friends. I wanna shipwreck this vessel on the shores of godforsaken lands ruled by tyrants that used to hold their peoples hands before they chopped ‘em off its owners. How will they possibly dethrone us, just the will won’t throw a stone, they thought, and were proven wrong. When was the last day the sun had shone upon the pale face of this vagabond? Fuck it, I think I’ve been alone for too long. So I pass myself the last gun to fire the last man-made bullet into the last human prosencephalon.