If only wishes could save
But soon it will be dawn
The night will bleed, serene and dead.
The greedy clock is again at its treacherous game.
If only I could be brave
The way I freely stain the bare paper Red,
But my world has always been prone to chaos.
At every fiery turn, I keep hitting rock bottom
One can say that I am on the right side of the wrong war,
Defenseless, fighting with plastic guns.