I am a silent witness of my own acts,
Thus certify me as insane.
Insanity urges me to act again.
There is such a little left before going crazy.
With no obvious sign, slowly but surely
I hereby die aside.
Let’s welcome the age of Prompt Revolution!
Death for anger, and four dim prison walls.
And bring back the peace to the desecrated graves.
As if I am watching out of the grimy window.
I’m foul prisoner in my own body,
Today a riot‘s raving inside.
I am still eager for another sensation.
I am a silent witness of my own transition.