Dictator

You are the crack which limit my world Who cleave my character into islands And conceal me from the bright light As if you're afraid that I'm too wild for your weald I, am limping within your grin Stumbling within your hold You walk, while I am dashing As if the distance separated by mountains which not taking on its row This gloaming seems like never end Like howling hope but bitter Unreachable, but perched To my sore, to your ignorance