Here we go on, as i dawn the uniform, fueling hatred and death everywhere it is seen. A war to upkeep peace is just a pathetic attempt of an excuse. Servicing the weapons and machines of destruction. Its not like we ourselves aren't destructive enough.
Where is my release, my freedom, my secret place to escape from the mess? Can't i just draw a face on the mirror and let it take my place?
Things around are seemingly getting more and more less bright. Trees are losing its green, the sky is losing its blue, its turning a single shade, from the infinite shades i used to see.
Slowly, i'm turning into a socio-robot, confined to regimentation of the daily necessities.
