The ruins I walk through everyday
Remind me that you can only expect
The absolute repulse from what you fight for
Building over quicksands that will end up
Swallowing all your efforts and hopes
I look back, and after all this years all I see are broken promises.
It's not worth fighting, wasting your strength in what will lead to a vertiginous fall into previous mistakes.
Adapting to darkness is the only way to survive, surrounding yourself until you become an impenetrable, indifferent, inert being.