Something sparked arrays...

The nights crawled on the floor,

And the waters were drowning me.

...

Streaks on my face,

Like a knife sliced a "care" for dessert.

Can't bear the wear and tear,

As is stares into the oblivion,

In which I lived in.

Holes made of war,

I bombed another world for you.

The animal I've loathed,

Has now become reality.

But is it who I am?

Or is it my movements?