2 A.M

The secret to happiness is to face the fact that the world is horrible. Bertrand Russell We live a way to come up our misery through blue veins But forgot the evils bleed onto the rotton thoughts Whose imbelick reek just made our mind a hell to think And something horrible is done, just to get the pleasure, We are unknown to each other blood and veins and wines And, those past done miseries do give us a better reason to cry That we are always guided by some evil spirits into our mind Who tend to the dark master of the fleshy and bony structure Those dark days into the thin air just disappered into woods And, witches are waiting to crawl into our horrible mind We are just unable to pick the beauty out of the horror.