When the time is come
It shrinks and lessens
It shuns even from the kind sun
It vanishes into a mini corner
It floats to a new world
It drinks even the last drop of pain
It obeys the rules of insanity
It vanishes into nothing
When the time is come
It never runs or hides
It never tries to fight
It vanishes into the heart of insanity
It floats in regrets
It corrects none but wrongs more
It dissolves all what's left
It vanishes into emptiness
When insanity is come
One knows not where to a haven
One submits to loss
One bows to distruction
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