There was a time where all the shadows above my head was a halo of purity of fresh air and magnificently white
Then it came to the state of indigenous wild part of the calling of the reverse side of life
From the cradle till my innocent identity lost and flying like particles of dust in a sea of filthy dreams
Took years of dainty kind of living to let myself mellow under the corpse of another living creature
I turned into someone who gave life to the same DNA as me, am living, am breathing
And from some years now the shadows over my head will regain their halo state
That’s when everything will at last end.