Exterminating Insanity

My eyes are opened
and I realize that I'm still
stepping the sand,
not the cloud.

My eyes are opened
and I'm forced to see 
those-abusing-things
while I'm still wearing
my white long cloak.

Oh, my eyes are poignant!
I can't stand this.
Should I see masks, 
insanity, knives, dirty lips,
and so on?

I want to go back,
but should I exterminate
them? Give me power,
O, The Have!

I have to spread
the sane!