The timid hesitate, worrying about what lies ahead.
The lost look around in every direction.
Those who give up on themselves retreat into the shadows.
At dusk, the obsessive bind themselves in chains.
Before dawn, the despairing taste victory in their dreams.
I hate this world. It is suffocating and hopeless.
I hide in dreams.
Seeking release within them.
In the end.
I wish for the flames to blaze anew at dusk.
I wish for the starlight to shine undiminished at dawn.
Heh. How arrogant of me.
But so what?
I would rather defy fate.
