I painted with rain the sight of the daybreak, as being in need of a momentary remake the life I am leading is the way of depravity, a threat th my already poisoned sanity grey dawn, everlasting hope is utopia for all that I know, when counting the seconds time moves so slow I can't feel any will to be part of this fight a cure is however to put thrust in the night I learn from this life to hide from humanity, and night has told me how to kill my anxiety the ghost of my smile dances in the pale, and I know all my efforts most likely will fail