Mind of frenzy.
Feeling puzzled in a vast abyss of silence, I think I deserve hope and peace, but my inner feelings desire my suffering. The rust in my head is grinding my gears, I can't remember who I am. I've lost my free mind in sixteen months of devotion. I don't regret anything I've done, I've cried of happiness. I've begged for happiness.
Where I am? I can't understand myself. In a black line, I'm a mourner. I'm giving my own oblivion. I can't feel sorrow for anything I said, any pain. I've walked away from myself and I really regret that. These eyes are like black holes staring at me from the mirror. These eyes owned to me once upon a time. I feel this is a sarcastic fight between me and my inner hunger.
I'm asking to me: What have I done? I'm so big and frenzy to stay quiet waiting for somebody. I can't recognize me, what have I done, what have I...?
I don't deserve anything, just the craft done with my both hands.
