Mr. Blckbrd - Metropolis

I’m stuck? nope I’m just coming back. I can see the reason why Tyler’s neck is painted black. My notebooks are full, my trash is full of them - Maybe I’m a fool?.. It seems to me that it’s time to end... I don’t need a brand. I have to contend? You know, that I am now and I was then. So Please, Stop it! I’m not pretending! I started to kill the noise. I’m starving, due to this I can see my soul. You can’t just grab it out of the context later, Cause I am just a creator. Keep in mind that we were born to fly, not to crawl. I can’t write what I really want to say. I want to scream, but my words are noise, and by the way Silence in principle does not exist in nature, And you should know that you’re just deaf if you can’t hear the death formation. Frustration. Depression. I need to conversation and conversion to myself. A mess because of my distracted attention. My passion