Until the pages of this book are filled with emptiness. I'm still suspended by a thread. Expecting nothing less. I feel my kindred little ways. I know how my story ends. Like me. It's not your gift to choose. I know you're going to lose. Like me. This futile circumstance. You never had a chance. Like me. I'm here walking in a city that is red again. I'm here living with the dead again. Knowing why I'm here again. Like me. Oh it's not your gift to choose. I know you're going to lose. Like me. Oh this futile circumstance. You never had a chance. Like me. Like me. Like me. Like me. I can stay here forever. The hell [?] can't remember. I see myself with desperation. This silent night of realization. I fall. I fall. Like me. Oh it's not your gift to choose. I know you're going to lose. Like me. Oh this futile circumstance. You never had a chance. Like me. Allan Carvalho Mendes