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