12:20 am

I'm still reminiscing the past
Of Goods and painful deeds
That I have yet to defeat.

These notion come and go
Like flash of a video tape
That is formed in my head.

If lobotomy still remains
Society accommodates
And doctors feel my pain,
Then I wish to stop recalling,

They think too much
Felt too little
But what good there is
If one over-feel?

It's a frightening creature
that emerge largely at night
to haunt souls to feed

It adapts in the dark
Partly the adjacent corner of a room
Glaring and waiting
To be noticed at a glance.

There is no perfect description
To justification
Because after all
We are just lost souls waiting to be conquered.