Has it been so long Since I have left a short text In this quiet world?

Got shot in the head Fell back to the start of this Shall we try again?

Forced to run all through This labyrinth of such pain I wish to vanish

I want to fly

I want to fly Up there in the sky Far from everything But the wind And the clouds No chains wrapped My wrists and ankles Just the feeling Of being free I just want To fly away

Time passes quickly Present becomes memories And then, a history

It came from the mountain: A bizarre story dream

It came from the mountain That was the title of the story that I dreamt. I tried looking it up, but it doesn’t exist. Some parts of this dream I couldn’t remember. It starts with a man who is a resident of a mansion owned by a noble family. This man was either a doctor …

A blanket of white Stretch far in the empty streets A child’s fun playground

Repeating hours Of the same battle today A new strategy

Must I wear a mask To dance along society Bloody battlefield

A bridge between two Opponents with the same goal Their Fates now binded