As the day returns
to the sea of becoming...
Where are you sweet girl...
Expressions rage cross my face
while fingers tap away on counter tops...
Too tired to get up,
But not tired enough to sleep...
Plastered smile
walks around to satisfy...
A shadow among city lights,
Always alone...
You left me that Autumn,
curled upon that bare patch of grass...
I should have known:
the sun does shine...
They drew the curtains up and fell in line
swayed slowly to the music so old in time...
It is apparent,
gauging from my presence in this pitch black room...
Dear Monsters of the night~
Do you honestly think...
Once,
I heard you sing...