actions in damage-based selfcontrol
will give a sense of life
that seems not at all
worth breathing for anymore
crowdsurfing towards the world's end
on the backs of broken hearts
to
re-leave, restore and secretly amend
the rest of our boredom-broken starts
Blackpitched eyes give deepdark bruises
futile tries live inside the one who never chooses
to live real and thereby embrace the pain
that amidst the good comes flying
on the sweet scent of the rain
and our good intentions when we're really dieing
know that it will all turn out the right way
while you fight this evil tide
don't be troubled, do not go astray
even the fullest eclipse has it's darkside