The 4th line

Complexity,
fire and the chimney alike
the window, the door aside
the flow and the blow of mind
arrested by a violent slide

Essence,
of the dark and light
tormenting the world apart
tormenting the world apart

Quickly,
my wit vanished into air
struggling to get hold
my face turns red and white

Profanity,
such a waste of time
I wasted all the moments
and flushed them with a smile