That night.
Immortal darkness covers this hemisphere of world,
Nothing, but the noise of the people somewhere out there,
Shouting words don't make no sense.
Only if they weren't drunk tonight.
My soul rest upon the plain-white screen,
Not knowing which next couple pages would worth the visit.
In the nets of cyber I struggle,
And lost...
Concealing into subconsciousness.
Roaring inside,
Easing outside.
Very-so discomforted,
In the mist of wondering if the
Stars are punished by the dark sky, hence
Invisible to mankind. And
To the best of me tries to
Emancipate self-deviancy,
Devoting life, to life.
If this could help...
