imaginations

all i have to do is play my role
even i hate that character
with a darkness i was surrounded
a soul remained behind tired
my spirit could hardly get out
i recalled myself, rewinded the past
this silver colored scopic cells
dived into an illness, as if cancer

i hate my life as a color element
so easy to lose, no matter who lose
i walk alone as i mostly used to be
through the shapeless divisions of eternity
when the visions become transparent
i would be far beyond the imaginations
noone could be over that but me
by my magic of sacret feelings