Beauty hidden across the space
Intense sensations...

Black liquid crystal
The crisp line appears...

Rays so golden drifting in
Weary eyes close to the light...

Alone inside this crowed room
Light filtering through the shadows tomb...

Crumpled surface, rough to touch
Broken by fear, violence, disgrace...

Starting at the first mark
That figure, the letter written...

The laughing explosion of joy
That everyone sees from that girl over there...

The pain like waves, washes over
Those ripples across the calm sweet water...

That feeling that I've lost something
That wasn't ever there...

The hazy sunshine's symptom of summer
Filters through the spring brought leaves...

The grandmother clock
Beside the crumbling wall...

In the museum lay halls of objects
Glass cases protecting the fragile...