Sindustry

When the daylight fades out into thick darkness, I open my eyes. Only then, when that loathsome honey of the sunlight is dead enough not to bother my inner gloom, I can stare at this world again. And I can see much more, than anyone of mere mortals. That's not very difficult, to be honest... So theoretically anyone can have it my way, the fact is that they used to believe in their own weakness ... But that's another thing. I don't want to worry about that again, everytime it reminds me about my own intoxicated dreams. Forget it. And now I can see blood on angel wings. Hypocrisy of the "righteous", shattered sky all over horizon... This is the world we used to live in. Cynical sindustry. I wanted it to be another. I wanted to love it, to make it better - for anyone, wanted to teach them all how to win. But... The ones above decided to kill me. All right. Said and done. The gravestone is getting colder and heavier... But now think: who of us is more dead?
I don't know how, but I survived. And now I'm black enough to spread my wings over the sunrise...