The Uknown

Ignotus is my  unknown name
Something between the ice and the flame
I search for the true meaning of life
Even if the truths I may find, cuts like a knife
I do not shed my blood on the concrete like most of you
Because my blood is not flowing like yours do.

Its not flowing red, but black instead
Like ink it writes like a cold day in bed...so beautiful
As the wind picks up two butteflies and send them away
I, the unknown man, will not stay