I stare quietly at the floor
Those black and red tiles...

Simple forms of scattered red
Lay around this land of dead...

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

The seconds pass once again
I am upon this land of despair...

Where is that man
Who wanders alone...

*To the people who know me, I dedicate this to...
Cascading colours of twirling dreams...

Feel the memories drifting through
As you read that book once again...

I stood up and wandered away
Across the fields; I caught the suns glare...

Crawl through the darkness
Into the gloom...

Sing to the night's
cool harsh gaze...

Christmas is coming
You feel it in the air...

Silently I stare at the seconds
My watch upon my wrist...