Afraid of the dark
But when will I learn to
love the Light?
Yellow and white
It hurts my eyes
I'm not that bright
the hatred in my
heart is not so polite
as "fuck off"
It's "I'll chop your
fucking head off"
Just to not have
another thing to say,
another page to
turn,
more parables to learn.
When will I find the
strength to sleep at
night so I can
enjoy the Sun?
