| Why, what could she have done being what she is? | |
| Was there another Troy for her to burn? |
There were many other Troys before you've opened your eyes my friend ...... and there will be more Troys even after your eyes were sewn shut for eternity .....
At loss for words I found as many words that can't tell what I am .... yet they defined what I am not .... In search for words other than "Apathy" I lost my muses ....... In search for something to embrace before Monad ..... I have found Otherness ...... I embraced it like a creed with my body as a shrine .... for I was condemned to be "Another" ...... I found my phrases like rosaries ..... disconnected yet all together manifest my asymmetric self ...... a new level of chaos .... a new level of deformity and art combined ..... art beyond all arts ..... a final ave to reason and my blind soul is submerged in the heart of the beholder.
In search for words I found words a cripple .... but in the end I could put two words together to define me ...... Divine Error.
