Tell me what’s perfection, I don’t know what’s left of me. These pieces are dealing with a slow death, I’ve been chaotic in your hands, awake from a bitter end, I’m the hope that lingers on the fine line. I am nervous, but my auras red... I bleed black I feel passion I am the voice of the victim and the unseen. Born of slaves and jibbarros Manifestation of what’s both Jedi and Sith My manifesto explains the Akashic plane I am life I am death I am limbo Follow me