I sit back and pander the meaning of these restless nights my mind departs from these twisted visions. If I have the create a world of hate consisting of woven streets that jar left and right inside my mind, that’s hpw I know im alive.Smoke fills the air, people are flining eachother around tryng to escape this world of hate ive noticed the strongest are the ones that complain of growing numb. This world is too much for them. This is the place where the people who are crazed become the tamed. No one makes sense anymore, people comit murder and continue loitering around as if things were fine just as the day before. Then suddenly the roar of chaos, turnd to silence. Then the chilliest of air opens the door, of my room. My mother opens the door to my room, and says come down and start your homework soon.