Finding a purpose in this world is what drives us to the end. Just the fact that you can never get fulfill in this life makes me sick. You can have the whole eternity to find this reason but you will never able to achieve it. The world is designed to lead you to your end. There is noway to succeed in such conditions. Lost in the dark, I follow the smell of money to guide me through. My relatives on the side looking and judging. Full of hate, my heart consumes this energy on my art. The craft of a man without a life, my art reflects what made my character. This person who can be normal outside but dead inside. This life only gives me sad conclusions. I can't remember the last time I did not feel like that.