Majority
How terrible!
Asphyxiated under the weight of ignorance!
This sunset seems colder
than eternal winter!
Below the aurora,
I stood a statue,
yesterday,
when the night of the world
seemed further away.
In my prison of ivory,
I ponder emptiness,
by choice, by meaning,
by the light of my eyes.
I don’t want... No!
I don’t want...
This!