Before dawn I make sure.
I make sure the bedding is tightly primmed...

Scenes of a Restaurant
Children play...

"Solitude, a word without action,
a play played by many without satisfaction...

Sealed within the bliss,
the red rose twist...

I'm so tired of this blank life.
Wrought and filled with strife...

May all your Moments,
Filled with Joy...

Serenity,
Obscenity...

Steal my heart,
thrown away...

I'm going.
It is a thought perceived...

God,
when I was conceived...

It scares me,
the Surface...

Joy has left,
sounds are gone...