For i am an idiotic mistake in the eyes of this world
inconsiderate to the fact that im not like the rest but an eternal scrap
as a distant pigment of one's imagination.
i live alone im my simple minded dreams
clearly in my eyes i see myself as a missionary but only that life which i dream of
To consider injustice of a debt unseen dead emotions faceless privilages of the incorruptable truth.
Devoted to my faceless privilages i live in fear of being a humiliation
