Blank stares to a marble wall
boring holes into the silence...

It's just the average Sunday,
cold and the radio's humming...

Repition is so quiet
hidden words, hidden time...

Cockle shells in the morning's glory
wither away to forget-me-nots...

Silence sings a lovely tune
Perfection at its peak...

Why won't the rainfall
wash away my pain...

Just a simple wish,
upon which all reality is based...

Music softly playing,
the lights feel warm and nice...

God, is there something on my skin?
It feels like it...

A slave to the messes
the horrid world confesses...

Slept the day away
and here I am...

Beautiful black box
engraved with lies...