A Birth, a poem with no ryhms...

This poem with no ryhms is the life I once had, long

ago, in a galaxy far, far away. I was the king of no one,

my passion for love made me a dreamer, a wandering

soul. I watched and learned, the ways of romance in

the sweet scent of spring, while tasting the pure flavour

of air in my lungs. I've worshiped the rising sun and

mourned the sunset, as if my own mother. I thought

and I saw a world, I thought I would never see. Felt

asleep and dyed in the shadows of myself. I reborned

and rose through the shatered debris who once were

my mind... Confused, I looked into the mirrow of my

heart and I saw you... I saw hell in heaven, I saw us

all... I woke up, in the middle of nowhere lost, in the

core of the desert of everything... I saw the past, the

present, the future, I was blind... The humanity of hate

as the hate of humanity, made me cry... I was born...