No light.
Just night.
Endless fight.
Gray walls.
Loud growls.
Like always.
Scratched wrists
(What a twist!).
Clenched fists.
Trembling hands.
All in a mess.
It’s a regress.
Shadows in a corner
Are another warning.
Will you live till morning?
Light of the Sun.
Nowhere to run.
Just another fun
Of the broken mind.
And you’ll never hide.
Just keep your fight.