A terrible anger is burned. Interior and reciprocal. I know, I don't always shut up.
There are so many scenes I've ignored. Maybe I should play my part. The seats are empty and the answer is empty. I'm not different from the thirsty fish under an empty scoop.
I wonder what I was wondering. Thousands of broken frames are at the foot of my feet. Just broken and no pictures. I took it from the photo I took. There were countless faces around, laughing. These photos are left behind. Only me. Many mechanisms with me. Is this a place, son? Someone who offers very different identities. My identity and me. Look, I live on that stage again. The departures are long gone. I put one in the corner. A little burnt, but they can see me.
Although I try to be insensitive in a melancholic mood, I don't numb my feelings. Everything will be easy. What I see is what I hear and I won't say anything. The shadows in the dark are growing. I shouldn't be too close to their pity.
I was so scared. A little more noise than dark. When I'm attacked by thousands of thoughts, I also raise a vicious mentality. They're being chased like a vulture. All I feel is an unrecognized being. And there's not even a screen in the mirror. Of course, even if they lost their adjectives, they even admit their bigotry identities.