I feel fear, my bed I seem to fall of the sky

I feel wing metallic to scare my will to fix - me in this soil.

falling for the emptiness to be distant

but I do not want to go

and I do not want to fall

I perceived new flags in native lands that no liked

the weapons that I fight to destroy the world are the same ones that they destroy my heart against my wishes, death

I hear voices saying I to think

through broken glasses I see stretches of sick lives

I measure I am born to honor our wills

and against them

I am going

and I do not want to go

I chose new minds to play the sadness drug it strike it as

if they were wing to air heavy as a strange form of destruction

I was born to be

to be born to be

to be born to permancer here