Lost and drifted

I had learn that days had pass

what I once was had slowly died with promises of easy mornings 

my flight delay ,my mission postpone

and now I spend every hour awake, trying to get good enough to create something worth hardships endure by others.

I had become ruthless,sadly taken out of what I should love...left with the most...awful and painful taste y my soul.

Would rather just disappear one day

if this doesn't end with a plane ticked and a dusty smile

from that which wasn't

but instead was everything else that could possibly be.

Woke up one morning...saw your king in front of me

my armor looked so fake compare with his eyes

my sword just a little stick

my hands...were already too small to even stop to compare with his.

and he laugh and said to me: you are your own 

and I just stood there... feeling pity for myself

maybe those photos will say a story

that some day will turn in to a smile...and that smile in to even more

maybe wings will spring from my back...and carry me in time before I'm just ...that f*****g innocence you claim you already lost.

For now... I just... have to stay quiet...

feel as little as possible...

just...keep doing

the minimum.

Must

unlearn.