Enough with the light...

The tears of time, come by. They fall easily trough the floor, acid weep. Toxic cry.

These chaos is mine, within me, of my own.

Creation and punishment, for who knows what awful crime.

So close, and yet it comes out far far away.

Time is at this point punching me in the face.

And all the babbling nonsense words come out as fake.

No actions here, no practice around, nothing to hunt down.

And falling into the darkness, the very black despair.

It comes out hardly understandable.

These are just not a kid's problems for I am kid not anymore.