Being dragged down from the self-constructed pedestal finally injected the sound of my being human after all. Gone were the imaginings and pretentious beings that devoured the sense of life and reality in me. I was led into a worn-out path, where the mantra I came to acclaim left me in vain and without an aim Where songs can no longer be heard except for the theory of a departed. And breaking away from the monotonous portrait of a decayed life, rendered me bait to the subliminal atrocities of the demented crowd. Adopting the hours of hiding the scars from the madding eyes and the veiled lies of the tyrants who took jubilation in my descent. A forsaken life I embraced. Where the only reality imparted was the theory of a departed. Stringed words in vain the theory of a departed hanging by a thread conjuring hope for the sane and lucid minds. But somehow it seems that my induced deafness has left nothing but, lamenting memories and remnants of the incantations I used to exalt. Of the wisdom left behind by my father, Embedded in the theory of a departed.
-thanks for the pic tolga- | 
