Sitting on an invisible wall
I'm wearing cheap insanity
Silence of night doesn't have mercy
And grief change into screaming
If I wasn't given anything, I would take it, and dye myself crimson at a dead angle of bright sunlight and begin to deliver a monologue
I wish to shed someone's tears, but I can only do it for myself
I am a stage setting which says a belle's lines and make the world one
I am scorned by symbolized coactors, and I keep hating myself who don't hate myself , and I blind my eyes
When this leaf of my mind sprouts in someone I don't know, and it hurts the one and it was wounded, what should I do?
Not everyone wants to narrate only by own words
Hide-and-seek will continue on the clear fluid of someone's thought