• Through my eyes, I see a foreign world, with people who clench life as tight as they can. In maturing, I shall wonder the plains as a lone wolf, seeing the hollow lives of these people. All my life, I have wondered the same thing: 'Are these people realizing the same things I am?' Even with my demonic eye, I cannot see through the souls of the hopeless. I feel so different, when I look at these people... and I wonder a question with great meaning: 'Why do they fear death?'. This place known as earth.... is truly madness...