soon will end a time of stressful thoughts.
then, and only then, will i be free from the demons...
but only to greet a new generation of torture.
what could possibly provoke such thoughts?
could it be the unforgettable knowlege of rejection?
could it be from the pain and anger rapidly flowing through my veins?
no, it couldn't be this, it could only be insanity.
but what if it's not insanity?
Maybe just pure intelligence.
if so, a stupid man lives a joyful and contempt life,
while the intelligent enviously try to destroy it.