See the sky it so highly appreciated. See the world it is so highly criticized. See the bird it is so highly glorified. See the rain it so highly envisaged with love.
See the land it is so highly sensitized. See the oligarchy it is so highly honored. See the hollow it is so highly rectified you see. See you, you are cherished and entitled with glory. See me, you shall find the disgrace and the coward traits in me. And see again the crazy going jolly fellow who stood there, see again the jumps he took for you, see a good one and take the rend of repent of the renounced rhetorical risky rumor. See again what THEY did and see again what you abide by...
[And see again the crazy going jolly fellow who stood there, see again the jumps he took for you, see a good one and take the rend of repent of the renounced rhetorical risky rumor. See again what THEY did and see again what you abide by...] This extract says, "the one who was always with you in your all good and bad times who was always happy like a mad in your victory, improved himself so much for you only so as to become capable. You will find that he is the best but it is too late as the rumor which you heard from the world about him had caused an inferior complex in your mind and that compels you to regret about your blind faith in those good to sound rumors which are now renounced and then you realize that the life which you thought that you only abide by yourself was a lie or a smokescreen but actually you were abiding by the cruel world or society which can never see true love growing... "
His left hand flourishes
The audience watches intensely
The motions dazzle
Everyone paying attention
The illusion is shattered
The magician takes a bow.
Have you ever wanted to escape ?
To explore those great adventures that other people talk about...
To have your soul evaporated and replace with light and pleasure without the guilt.
This whole world is covered with thick and dark, aggressive smoke.
Invading the lives of the brainless humans secretly choking, gagging from the pain of their screeching lungs.
The smoke that is...
Guess what I'm trying to say is...
It all goes dark.
It gets hard to breathe.
I guess there is no escape when you're afraid of it.
it hurts to write down
all the words i feel.
memory is a blade,
slashing through the numbed skin;
i bleed in thoughts.
today, everything hurts.
— The End —