My Whole Thought.

I don't like it,

when they behave the exact opposite than expected.

This whole week I had to hold myself,

just not breaking down or break their arms or something,

It's too odd, being the only one that can feel.

I don't know if waiting is the right definition,

or maybe it's just the will to be forgiven.

IF.

I'm going to fly in another few years,

and they think that they can say that being alone is harder.

Well, I'm all alone now,

what to say?

Too much confusion for a week.

I am terrified.

Heretics, stupid minds, poverty, fantasy.

I'm getting crazier every day.

I'm far away from home,

Canada.

Let's bury the castle. 

In a moment I will be there,

and nothing else matter.

Such fragile broken things.

I don't see it as clearly as wanted.

I'm blind beneath these layers of light.

I should try much harder. just look at their faces.

This world with its stupid rules set the wrong ones.

Because I should have departed so long ago, or maybe even walk, or sail

all by myself.

Huh. I keep hate them so hard, but they don't know.

I didn't know that being an heretic includes blindness.

The more I know of the world, the more am I convinced that there's no way out.

We're all sentenced to death. But what a grace!

Waiting in the dark, you see,

somewhow I'm the only one that can feel.

The only one.

Don't need to be fixed, just a little broken.

It's so hard every day, facing it again and again.

Disappearance.

MUST do my best.

Lost inside myself.

They all seem to be so naive.

I couldn't stop, couldn't dare to stop.

Fear is all around me.

Help.

Nothing matters, not even your mistakes.

Up and down, some. they won't feel your break.

At least I can lean on something.

Death is all around us now, but we stand as if we laugh at it.

I can't describe the amount of remorse.

I have destroyed this world, even though I have been asked to save it.

Nothing is proper anymore,

and when I see these heretics, I want to kill them.

How dare they.

I don't feel neither pure nor less sinner,

as expected.

Another element has been added recently:

I am alone.

Nothing will change that fact: I hate them, and.. well, if I only had some money to go,

I'm sure I wouldn't keep it in.

They don't know.. but they are going to kill us all.

Being human is.