How Do You Fight Someone

Why Do Our Dreams Become So Much Smaller When They Finally Come True?

His Eyes Were Open Wounds Beneath His Heavy Brows, A Blue As Dark As The Sea By Night.

Some Gave Me Soft Words And Some Blunt, Some Made Excuses, Some Promises, Some Only Lied. In The End Words Are Just Wind.

More Details, More Devils.

I Know Nothing And Perhaps I Never Will.