playing with its toys

the few lights fading slowly
escaping into the darkness
rainwalls slowing down the earth
everything standing still in motion


a bright light shines down escaping heaven
a single fluid drone inside
call darkness the new king

then the lightning mutiny begins again
just plain deaf on the outside
all hail darkness

the sky must be somewhere behind this black
walls, built and rebuilt for days and years

let's hope we won't be there
the day when it stops...

not a play that you should miss -
made not for your but its amusement
like a child playing with its toys -