When it's enough
Tiresome, unchanged and poor.
Don't expect for it to be decent.
When she's dead enough
To change the rules
The faithfully selfish reserve
Without fear and trust.
When you stood with the angered
It's only logical to turn your back on the shadows
Do you want to or just need to?
Slavery is such a retro mistake.
Don't go back. It's dangerous.
That's where the peaceful tread.
The ones that hide
the complex of the angered…
... when things are not fine.
When she's alone enough.
She has no joy.
Self-sacrifice is the ideal.
Swallow your pride in the name of harmony
Its bitterness won't let you smile
When you go to bed.