Chasing Midnight ~ Nothing Becomes Something

Bowing on bended knees.
Throbbing just to touch… to serve.
i the lesser.

Feel the power over me.
The iron fist.
The rule of law.


Lost and found.
Who I am.
At the sole of your boots.

To become more by being less.
To release my will so willingly.
To become stronger from my knees.

Looking down.
Feeling my therapy.
Nothing becomes something.

I made this choice.
You have made me better.
You have made me grow.

Thank you.