I have given up long ago,
I was born into a world full of people...
Yet I am utterly alone.

I live in a world where there’s nobody but me.

In the silence that I scream,
Nobody hears me.

Without death there is no reason for life.
Because without death there is:

No Motion,
No Movement,
No Nothing.

If everything were to perish,
I would remain.

I am nor mortal or immortal,
I am not moving or still,
I am nor alive or dead...

I am not a fallen angel.
I am not a risen devil.

You have the choice to trust me,
Upon what you choose...

Do I die or do I live.

In any instance,
I am IMAGINARY.