There are no more barriers to cross,
All I have in common with the uncontrollable
And the insane,
The vicious and the evil,
All the mayhem I have caused,
And my undering difference towards it,
I have now surpast.
My pain is consant and sharp,
And I donnot hope for a better world for anyone,
In fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others.
But even after admitting this,
There is no cothursus,
My punishment continuous to allude me,
And I gain no deeper knowledge of myself,
No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling,
This confession has ment,
Nothing