Besieged
Balkanization
The balkanizationof my heart has been resurrectedwith an affection that alwaysinspires, and never grows tiredof my dark and deadly valleys. Isthis the end of me? I swore tonever go back. In this, thefinest hour, my last breath oflife awaits me. Anticipation withvomiting. You are something I dream. You are the something thatI must have. Truly, this is thefinale of my suffering and thebeginning of perpetual peace. Truly, this is the end-thedeparture I have waited for. Mylast chance to see thisperpetual peace. On this day, Iwill learn to love again. And so,I am waiting to die.
From Letras Mania