Dead Eyes

Home Sweet Home..

My house is not even perhaps a house..it's odd..but I love it..the nice door way and a big old attic to sleep in..very nice..I've lived here since...I could remember..it's odd that when I look around I don't have anything to remember my past life...I don't know my parents my brothers or sisters ( i don't even know if I have any) I don't know what city I'm from..I mean for now I live in Chicago...but were did I come from..i don't know...see this is the pain I deal with..I don't know my origins but I do know that I have reluctant powers..power to heal minds and...fly..it's weird that I can do this..misconception barely ever makes me realize that I'm different..I can see an end to what I know as home but it's not peaceful whatsoever..I don't like dwelling on these things so I have a place I go in my mind..a beautiful place called Titanium..Titanium is not a metal in my case..it's an actual place..beautiful blue grass fields and a rich dark blue sky..there's a castle built with a red Crystal that they call "Kobon" which in their language is Nobok there backwards people..but surprisingly backwards from the average human is..Peaceful..again just another place in my head..but maybe it's real..just a time of misunderstanding for human kind..maybe it's were I'm from..Titania..and yes I was famous at one point but now..now I'm a recluse spider that dwells in his attic alone reading books and playing guitar..a lot of people thought I died when the Korean resistance took over America, they say I was once a great leader now I hide making plans to take America back..that's a true statement by far but I'm more focused on who I am..again who am I?