Crossed a line with no return, made of love and eternal me.
Dedicated and faithful in the oblivion of common things i can surge the sea, a rebel. Even the Mountains near and made of all, are simple feathers available at will.
Celebrate the power of sight, while glasses are poured with air of giants, inebriating the life of all that see, me. Poised, a brilliance is born from the eyes who stare, even watered and full now after empty before. A titan relates only to gods and answers only to himself, knowing he is reborn from a legend of empty tales.
The banquet serves the night and provides the light, the moon covers the sun from showing nomads seeking the truth. It is seen wandering, touching your face with disdain, mocking and you flee. I am wandering, i was seen and i made a commitment of you.
Ending, never ending you, because what i became was made from the pieces i gathered with truth.
the MONSTRUKTOR