*This writing based on the society and family pressure, causing youths to suffer from all external environments and the internal factors, plus the conflict between the process of becoming an adult that the writer has experienced*
O, since these eyes have opened, I have held the crown like a King O, beast, thou said once become a king I must be ruthless Though the saint whispered empathy is sacred Held it within death, Place them higher than pride, I served the sage while the devil condemned disdainfully from beneath.
Lots of visitants came to knock around the gate later some choose to stay later some decide to leave, most leave me pain most make me pray to forget most called themselves friends, but still, blind me with their needs and desires nevertheless, I must be kind Empathize will aid thee to rise, The preacher whispered. While the threads from thy desires were knitted and these angels' doctrines converted as strings. I then learned how to survive from thy choking hands.
Once there is a tower in the middle of the city The time keeps moving backward quite unusual, I then realized I do have Thanatos to greet.
O, if I do realize I must turn to ash and soil, then why must I act as a giver then why must I pretend to be kind while others have taken part in me away? Thou who I thought as a lifelong company then carved my soul Well, there must be the dumb one in this world who is willing to leave their pieces torn apart by others the great one shall remain while the prey shall be consumed I shivered as the breeze from the underground embracing me
The demon greets me with a luxurious bottle of poison. The stamp suggested I shall drink these to abate them scares
O, there is not much time to waste!
one after another to cover the cognizance these angel threads then started to dim away O, what an unfortunate, I still know strings still held on to me O, what unforgivable parasite thou have put me through O, mother forgive me for being such burdens O, father forgive me those fiends you scroll they now my companion O, brother forgive me I then slipped apart from expectations thou held O, God forgive me for ever failed to follow thou as the believer
O, there is not much time to waste! as the blood of the demon started to convert into my veins I then become the commoner of dull spirits
Selfishness, I beg him to conquer me. Anger, I pray for him to consume me alive Greediness, I bow my head for him to take the throne All the sins, all the fiends,
I do pray thou would visit me once the time has come. While these broken bones have become thy servants What have thou seen inside those torment ores Was it ignorance, Was it arrogance, Was it powerless,
Was it just pieces of wasted rubbish thou have been disgusted?
Atlas before the bird began chirping Can I be the selfish one without guilt if being selfish thus makes thou stronger I shall have the right to be one of them.
The last scene these dull eyes perceived was my own torment self One who was disappointed by the beliefs within her companions
One who was torture by others' expectations One who was crushed by the systems her ancestors proudly built One who was pressured to receive a title such as a burden from her nest O, that young one now then has taken away
now that young one has held the bottle from the devil, closest to her broken heart. Forthwith that child has been drowned in her own ocean of tears. Momentarily that lost sheep has breathing slower, as the soul has been pulled away. The phantom thread then slowly lose apart as the rhythm of my breath has ended and the door of this fraud city that has been sealed
Once there is a tower in the middle of the city The time keeps moving backward quite unusual, Though if thou look up closer, the clock has been stopped since.