I want to kill the prologue
I want to kill the first glance
I want to kill the bright gleam
I want to kill disasters of conception

I want to kill one Mother
I want to kill one Father
I want to kill childhood
I want to kill families of memory

I want to kill 'forever'
I want to kill my shadow
I want to kill my next life
I want to kill the smiles of tomorrow

Will I gain strength…
Will I see clear…
Will I rise beyond life…
Will I save myself…
Will I stray from 'just an accident' to 'a mistake'…
Will I trade blood for the forgotten meaning of my name…
Will I torture heavens that claim to lead the way…
Will I believe that the past has cradled lies
And all the futures offer truths and calm refuge
Too manufactured to believe…

When this projectile begins flight?