The Eleventh Hour

Rambling thoughts,
they ramble
like a yellow spots on 
eggs! Scramble 

of shivering legs,
of shaky minds, 
and darker nights, 
shady lights! 
bright! bright!! 
the city light!

the red flower
the Venus trap
the flesh devour
a strange mind
the eleventh hour!

Where future lies!

Let go of all those
falls,
those sadistic peace
of your mind,
within the corners of your heart
let go of all the troubles
of pains, of tears
there will
be another day
when you'll build
a ladder,
with drops and
drops of sweat
and there will
be a day,
with bright sun
shinning upon your head
torturing you with joy,
not as though
the torture of
today's pain,
but yet reminds you
to look back and not to
look back but to look
ahead,
where the future lies!
where your dreams become reality!