NICE POST
your diction make rhymes intertwine with the beauty
I comment with this

time is getting closer to the night
my eyes could no longer see the light
dark and lonely grew tense
until the mouth can not string the sentence

when the legs begin to weaken
the sound of the night came soaking
shackled by a silent chain
until he could not stand up again

I got up to get the stick
to get rid of this pain
so as not to get caught in the self
looking for who will help

the beauty of the chain symphony
whack any end of harmony
his voice was like rain
tinkling grips all mine