title me

do cures need a character?

how helpless psychology is
count on the theoriesfor knowing
to title me, infinite research
need more and more name

my outlines memories
thicken the lines of distinction
i wonder what is normal?

breath deeper of nicotine
to calm my nerves down
as the unknown covers
just my questions left behind

the nights are totally pessimist
suffers grow mightier than ever
i cut my my nerves to escape

antibiotics to complete myself
i let a light complicated feelings
i am alone, poor neons are alone
we are the two heros of two different world
i fear, i regret...what i am?