Irony

I hate you but I thing I love
You and that´s the end tension lasts a long time
Disdelief lasts a long time hypocrisy arrived
Fear is bigger and stronger uncertainty dreads
Certainty repulses
We´re passing alone in our selves we are our treth
And something we cry I love you but I thing I hate
You and that´s the begining
A bare artery passing art fascination it self
Depresion ...
We´re wondering with succes in our selves we art
Looking for a way certainty ...
Uncertainty ...
We´re looking for perfection does it exist at all ??!!