it's 12:32 am
The sun and the moon
nothing to see
pitch black, just artificial lights
the assassin strikes
under the shadow over the clouds
the darkness I fear
the fear we harness
are we puppets, a toy to someone
or are we tools?
the emotional imbalance
unexplainable, animal or mankind
the flower will wilt
My tongue should be put on a guillotine
the rope shall be released
my last view of the ground, trembling in fear
I am in love
