A truly unconscious mind: A sick world

Death is but a paradise, a rest from the turmoil over this world

Chaos, injustice, and death... Not the end of life but the forgetfulness of the living

Nothing but lifeless people who forgot what it means to be alive, to leave a mark

Nothing but the nothingness itself on the hearts of people

People too scared to change, too oppressed to become something different, something special

Every attempt fails, every time the ties of the chains get stronger and tighter

And yet you cry, every single time as if you didn't know

You refuse every single time as if you didn't see what's right in front of you

Your dream, your misty dream, hidden, yet right in front of you

Such is my destiny, to be the ace forever hidden and never played

That pain doesn’t even bother anymore; it will eventually go away,

Just like everything else.
After all the pain has made me sturdy, has made me at least enough to survive through the pain, to insist, only to watch the end through and through.

But yet I can't seem to be able to completely shake off this foolish idealism

This vicariousness still haunts me, still makes me share the pain and try to protect people

Only to be continuously forgotten and have that false sense of need, that false sense that... Someone actually would need me.
Maybe it’s just because I don’t like telling or doing the obvious, that’s not my job, that’s not who I’m meant to be, but then i wonder, is there some meaning on anything? It doesn't matter, i don't give a shit

And all of this made me such an outcast, I am part of the change but the truth is, people don’t want that change, even though they claim that, the fact is they don't want to change, not a single inch, or a single thought; nothing.

They don’t realize that their surroundings only change according to them, there is no miracle, there is no greater power to save them, most of the ones who could are rejected and chained, by them people, forced to live the same life of mediocrity which people enforced on themselves and their “saviors”.
We’re now on the winter; it never felt so cold though… Just like our world, just like our souls, it just feels like a fitting world for someone with your name.

Those are just some words, that got left behind.