The breeze sits

Where do I take my weary soul

Now that it's heavy, and the chains have carved the flesh around my body to the bone

what is left for me? I won't even ascend to heavens when I die

Nor can I be planted like a seed, with a hope to grow

I have no place amongst the living,

nor among the dead.

I am the embodiment of Suffer. I am a subject to the wrath of fate.

I can never take a step, for the world will revolve around it and take me back where I was, again.

again and again.

I am the Upgraded Sisyphus. I am the successor to Prometheus.

I am God's toy, for him to measure the limits of his power of tourment.

Limitless it is, I say. Limitless it is. and I live every day to push it's borders, to display it's infinity.

to put a show there, for a circus without a watcher.

I'm a restless child, who goes to sleep every night, with the lulaby that says: "The assurity of death is certain, far from your reach, but certain. carry on child, until the day when this all ends."