I am out of the black,
with scratches all over my back.
I had to fight and gamble my pride
to get out of that dark side.
All the promises are goodbyes.
There is no space between the lines.
You are partly right –
time flies counterclockwise.
I was fit in a frame half my size.
So I lost my meaning, kept my frown.
I lost my reason, and I’m all worn out –
I prefer to go without.