I painted with rain the sight of the daybreak,
as being in need of a
momentary remake
the life I am leading is the way of depravity,
a threat
th my already poisoned sanity
grey dawn, everlasting
hope is
utopia for all that I know,
when counting the seconds time moves so
slow
I can't feel any will to be part of this fight
a cure is however to
put thrust in the night
I learn from this life to hide from
humanity,
and night has told me how to kill my anxiety
the ghost of my
smile dances in the pale,
and I know all my efforts most likely will
fail