Unborn

<br>Ignorant<br>I drift into uncertainty<br>I have never been prepared<br>After the second<br>But real birth<br>Came self-reproach<br>Perception<br>Followed by frivolous sins<br>After the first coining came emptiness<br>Becoming a part of I<br>The thinking<br>The question what for<br>Why should someone go on<br>Falling in every grave<br>Digged by the ones<br>Who are not yet<br>Existence covers a lonely mind<br>Dirt under pressure explodes<br>And surrounds a mind<br>Becomes an acting<br>I cannot recognize my words<br>Because life is deranging me<br>Mindsucking from me<br>Life is no sensation at all<br>Got to redeem myself<br>After flesh came birth<br>Then emptiness<br>What is the sin<br>That makes me live<br>Love is paid in tears<br>Live is paid in trust<br>My detestable beliefs<br>An egoistic wish<br>You are accused<br>I am nothing<br>I was not asked<br>So I will not ask!