What is Perfect?
Does Perfect exist...

What is life?
Is life simply breathing, thinking...

Here I sit,
where I've been waiting for what seems like years...

The shadow follows the man, wherever he goes,
It imitates every move, it is the man's...

Rays of light pour through the window
miss my eyelids, I awake...

Empty.
The hole sits in front of me, inside of me...

So the sun rises again
the same way it always does...

Three words can carry such a significance.
Those three words can change the way your worlds...

The crashing waves deliver such a peace,
a random metronome, let it never cease...

Rays of light pouring through the window
narrowly missing my eyelids, I awake...

She walks past, I stand here frozen,
these actions I have subconsciously chosen...

I'm seeing everything in black and white,
no grays, no room to put up a fight...