Turn off The Light

You talked too much
Like a bunch of cow-ard
Seeing your bluffing is like a barking night
Whats all the point exactly
While you didn't really knew
The mean practise instead of theory.

Its about being worked it out
Well its not only about perfectionist
Nobody needs your too much sound
While you didn't balanced
Both of inner and out-sider.

Emotional is only a flower of life
Smells like uncertainty
Shaped temporary
While you think its eternally
Totally gone wrong
You just pushed up your step
Moved a half into darkest cliff.

What you gonna do then
When its come, you made it done
The reason is only a rethorics
To control the rain through its falling line
The regret is everything you had
After all passed you turned it on.

I don't really knew
Why it just still, us!
Being lied by phenomenal
Although we realize whereas the real
Things gonna be worst now
By the time you realized
While you hate yourself
Standing in front of the mirror of sky
Looking yourself through anger
Then, still...
You think that your emotionals is the right thing.

Keep your blind, turn off the light
If you just still stayed on the same way
While, if it wasn't
Just wake up, and open the new pages
Start to draw the best story.

A Poetry,
Turn off The Light
by @Seifanlj