I feel like screaming. I feel like shouting. I do not know why I am here. I do not know what am I doing. Honestly I do not know my purpose of existance. I have indeed gone soft. I feel sad now adays. I feel pity. Sympathy towards the rest. Faces that is not suppose to be there. I see them. I see their faces. Smilling at me. I feel a rage burning in me. It is neither hate nor love. As my time stop in this oblivion, the world around me progress. Time wait for no man. Yet I am waiting for time. While I ponder, more thought came before me. Let me be heard. Let the cries of my soul be heard. Let me turn into glass, and let it break while the sound of the shattered glass be heard by all. Let them wake from this worldy pleasure and see throught the transperant glass of lies and deceit. Let my last breath be the one that awaken everyone from dreams and fantasy of this world. Let the faces disapear into dust. Let the dust be the one that awaken me. Let it all end and for once, please god, let me be heard.