what urge me to do right?   the emptiness - the conciousness of living in   the void of the feral muting against the vacant - cold   void - the incensed endeavour to   rescing the fact of vacuty to be doomed   neverthless - my imagination - just symbols or   repressed desires? - vision of adoration and   death? - and the disillusion of living in   a world that has to be rescued - an age   that is sainted to mental decline and   my incapability to struggle for liberation   my last minute should not be marked   by the realization that I never really lived