sometimes I close the lights,
even though that’s what makes demons alive
I just thought they will stop,
crawling into the forests of my mind
and be attracted to the dark located
outside my bleeding figure they grow fond to torture.

and all the sad loud songs,
I always seem to catch them all,
despite of how fast they blare,
it’s like the chaos in my mind’s more monstrous,
and so I fight fire with fire.

and so I thought I was burning them,
but I only fed them with gasoline,
so upon the rising of the sun,
I lie and let the current take me
wherever it wants.