There’s a red flavored breeze coming through the waiving hair that surprises knowledge with light.
This weaved color of empathy diminishes fear by the absence of anxiety of the evolved goal. The keeper of this ethereal value is only aware by conviction and nothing more, therefore do not judge his mistakes in orderly manner. Embrace chaos of character and drink the osmotic air coming through my hair.
Watch me arrive from far away in a defective focus of glared luminosity and become overwhelmed only by the presence of scars. Do not fear respect, give it freely but forcefully to me. Feel humbleness take over of your once trembling knees and rigor mortis replacing the sage of the fray. Let the dust of my past become the coat that shines away from within and carryover the danger of truth.
Be aware of power, feel me coming as if I was leaving with conquered cosmos in my back pocket. Trust yourself to judge error as mundane and advance to the insanity of crude thoughts.
I let the knife define the line in the loneliness of my life.
the MONSTRUKTOR