As it happens every night I let the night decide whether I don't do it or whether I might.

The day after a bad sun rose

and a pale day unfolded,

subtly violent and silently chaotic.

I clung to random reasons with my bare hands,

it never leaves me that same ancient lurking need.

A sharp thought was brought up to me while I was taking another pill:

I have to adapt to life

cause life won't adapt to me

I had many expectations and you had none I guess I still can't tell

a grave of tuff from a mine of gold.

Singling out the thread of very evil thoughts. Chasing away pipe dreams and happy seasons Metonymy,

don't betray your heart... Oxymoron, live for what you'd die for.