My single eye has infinite corners,
blood is washing down the hard corners,
explosions of blood, confusion, and mud…
My race, age, and gender are meaningless,
it seems the world is full of bleeding threats,
feeling that everything is nothing but the sun rising.
Perspectives fall on me like broken glass,
I hope it lasts, but many people are choking fast.
I see into the mental violence of others,
exceptional silence just covers
the factional riots of brothers.
Then my view dissipates,
my crew evaporates,
a true satisfaction takes place in my inner state.