See through
Just about when the world keep falling in front of your eyes. When your heart just as stone as ever. You know you are no longer longing to become human anymore. Your sense is dying somewhere. You are cracked into pieces and dusts. Like it's just about going into circle again. No one see you as someone. No one care you stand there. Yes.. you become what is leftover. Not even worth to mention. The pride of you that built highly upon the hill, has vanish unknown. Just gone the moment you put a crown on it. That's bitterness as ever. Swallowed up by a desire of recognition. But drown deep in powerless and faithless. Why is it your sorrow? When your presence is no longer important, then does it matter? Lift up your head and face all with some pride that left. You're no human. But kind of extremely wild lacked of creation's created. Be wild. Ignore them with all of your mighty. Do anything you want. The world's owned by those who claim it. My dea