night song • I

I don’t know which one is harder,

to keep layin down in my poisonous grave,

or divin deep to that dark sea of chaos?

I’m keep telling that I don’t feel fear, in the daylight,

but nights, oh thoose pretty dark clouds,

I feel my body is cold like a fright.

keep murmuring inside for the sake of sanity,

with zero amounth of knowledge if anything sane left in me.

cloosin the eyes and tryin not to clench the teeth,

breath in breath out and try to decide which one is more closer to the chariot of that thug.