Should You Ask Me If I'm Happy,

The Inventor Of The Mirror Poisoned The Human Heart.

I Realize That I Was All Error And Deviation, That I Never Lived, That I Existed Only In So Far As I Filled Time With Consciousness And Thought.

To Know How To Think With Emotions And To Feel With Intellect.

Against Destiny I Fulfilled My Duty. Uselessly? No, For I Fulfilled It.

I’m Losing My Taste For Everything, Including Even My Taste For Finding Everything Tasteless.