I Only kill myself In Small Amounts

I want to use forbidden words — think forbidden thoughts.

I want to nurture complexity — my inner ambivalence.

It's the only place to find my own authenticity.

The world offer none.

Madness — the forgotten substance, my mind is craving for.

In it springs a meta-perspective of mortality and truth.

I can only truly breathe in solitude — In total abstinence of any expectations.

I'm only alive, when I'm invisible.

I've never seen my true self, watching someone — watching me.