Until...?

Just another lover of the pain... I would never forget the feeling of being tortured by myself... As it happens so often. My mind full of poison, my soul full of pain. When the sun rises, I'll be just another dot, confused and lost, waiting for the right moment to make the wrong decision and feel the regret, the familiar regret. Being rational makes feel like being impulsive. And the morning after will be full of tears... Or blood.