A deformed identity Crushed by the passing of time And the vulgar human suffering Unable to recognize itself Among the dead flesh imprisioning it A blurred reflection Phantom from an extint reality That slowly fades away Leaving behind a hopeless mourning And a dying sanity Entering into a sea of defeated egos and hopes Whose broken countenances have been molded By the perennial and unavoidable Discipline of time and pain And which are moving disoriented Due to the inertia of mere existence