You saw that you were the offer in that demanding market; you perhaps sadly understood your nonexistent value. You suffered as God made you, in a penitent pain; you understood after effort that everything is apparent. You felt worth nothing, before an absent gaze; you submerged your hopes in the mouth that lies to you. You dressed in dead lacks with the games of the mind; you begged for mercy, but it won’t be enough. You turned your demons into an eminent task; you followed and persevered, abandoning what came before. You perceived that the antonym is swiftly efficient; you feared if they loved you or stole in a different way. You wanted to give them everything, were you ever enough?
