Somehow, I think about myself
Who contain two different parts
One part which no one may never find
And one part that contain curse
Curse of "Hate" and "Suspicion"
The one who choose will get the same mask as him
Get the same pain and even an endless boredom
I feel sad to put someone on this situation
But somehow, I feel happy
Because that one is walking on the same path as me
And probably understand something
In the path of "Fragile One"
Who bore and hate and stepping on an endless dream
Which cursed to be broken someday
And burn itself to an eternal flame of "Chaos"

In order to break free
One must split in two or more different parts
And don't let them eat each other

One may hurt by the curse for too long
One may become "Corrupted" by "Chaos"
Which is more unpredicable
More bad
More boring
Than everything

And then, that part will start to give the curse
To someone else who react to that part
And probably put that "someone else" to the same cycle again as that one
Which is called "Vicious Cycle of Chaos"

May be that one is seeking for another victim
...The Cycle is going on...