As the coffee starts to take charge of my system,
My thoughts started to run as well.
I can't keep them off track for a minute—
They started screaming these unbearable hymns.

A bowl of what-ifs served as my snack for the midnight,
Swimming in liquid of yellow traumas and pain,
I can't even bear to look at them with my eyes naked,
But hunger forced me to eat those filthy dreadful grains.

Then, they start to sing horrible notes inside me—
Ruining my butterflies' soft ang lovely song;
Destroying the peace and order of these creatures—
inside are harmonies no one can even get along.