The darkest hour never comes in the night,
It's the time when you decide to raise your fists and fight.

How can you know what's truly right,
When you don't know what's truly wrong?
How can we always be wrong?

Why?
(You can't say because)

Denied,or simply ignored,and satisfied?

Can you not act like me,
Insecure and on drunk dreams,
Dreams crushed under the road?
I'd appreciate it.

If I die,I already am.

Greetings!
I am the one that will take you
away from the world you're retreating!
Come along,delete all pain.