Psychogrotesque V

If i could breathe the hate i found in humanity
I would be suffocated by its virulent fogs
If i could live in my way - no mercenaries
I would count on the pain, the only thing i own
I am a man... i am without a leg
If i look down i realize that i don't even have the other one
I am a legless man and i don't have my left arm
I don't have the right one either and i have no spinal column
I have no hands... i don't have eyes...i don't have hair
There's a lack of nose and ears in my face, i can't see anything of me: i am a black fly
I am misery: i am nothing: you made me a "non-man" dear doctor world
And if i transgress against your catechism i hope many will follow me!
If i exist i am no one else: i don't acknowledge in me this equivocal pluralism
My subjectivity and the creator it's way too much for just a brain
This place... in where huge instinctive pulsions are lost: here there is the final apocalypse