desperate call
of the parallel world
to the awakening we will see
face to face
with myself
something that push me up
I don't see anything else
and I don't get to return.
Frustrated attempts
walls shrinking;
affliction being squeezed.
died by the regret;
without anything to complain,
you had the choice;
what's the use of protest to return behind?
the fight continues...
To struggle against,
to scream outside,
It don't works!