Icy fire wings

I feel no awe at the vastness of the cosmos.

  No sign of divine design in that .

  Degrading ecosystem don't resonate with me.

I see only ectoplasmic phenomena .

due to bad star ...

 I feel neither fear nor fascination for the supernatural .

That's straight out of the realm of the surreal ...

I am not overwhelmed by the submission of the sacred

and the gnawing torment of the doubt .

  To adorn the graves of the past seems pointless to me.

 What a waste of time to chase after the key to the future...

  I bear no responsability for the suffering of others .

 It's simply a clinical issue or another story ...

I am fleeing public life and these modern antiques .

 When utopia crumbles ,emotions fill the void .

  My cold gaze contemplates this radical ideal of boredom

and this culture of disengagement ...

  Bystander to this impertinent technology .

Androids have the right to dream too ...

  The uprising escapes into the morbid veneration

of the unhealthy self .

  Impersonator the crowd adores you !

  Children who can no longer find an outlet in war !

    Peace will be terrible ...

  I loathe this weakness of being moved by beauty !

Or to be outraged by the horror !

  What set me apart was that I never let out a primal scream ,

Even if  I take off  the mask ...

 are we this  spirit of light in love 

Turning clumsy  funambulist ?

Or that ghost playing the harmonica that you see 

when its already too late ? 

   I do not carry within me any archetype 

that encapsulates humanity in its tiny immensity...

  Madman,you lost everything except your sanity.

Who chose for me to be nothing 

 but this icy fire wings angel ?