mute.

it's a complete silent, the inside is blank and empty.

no idea about the topics, just flick through without filtering. 

everything goes never like before, mixture of scary yet lonely. 

outsider, they ignore, play within themselves.

pass by like the wind, with no one notice.

cheer in many but looking back, one left behind. 

the inside will never be found, hiding deep within the good and evil.

it hides from everything, including itself. 

it's afraid of looking at it.

dilemma is everywhere. 

that's what made up its life. 

mute itself with no one cares. 

die alone in the darkness with no one knows. 

by the time it comes, spiritless live snuffed out.