In a dark night
night darkens souls
and darkening souls
sail away to a land no one ever said to be true.

(small are the letters
and small is the poetry.
Killed by those I never loved,
betrayed by me self,
I bide the Gods
good riddance and godspeed
I'm going away
to a land far away.)

So be it true,
so be it sad,
there is no joy
in being mad!

(am I really mad,
or is the world about
madder than me?)

Small are the letters,
I say again,
for small is the size of the fight,
and small is the will of the writer,
and small is the world I see,
since none is bigger
than me.

stfu, m4d4phu|<3r!>