The dull dark in the day

The dull dark in the day
Just waiting, waiting to be picked
The brightness of the night
Just waiting to fill up the hole inside

A tear drops and turns into a stream
a stream of love and hate
the stream is wild and uncontrollable
trying to keep it under control, but unsuccessful

The stream turns into a river
wilder then before
it is destroying every thing in it’s way

The river turns into a flood
I am drowning, screaming for help