• I sit here and I am staring,
    at nothingness with no being.
    Wishing there would be a way,
    to see the end of day.

    I know that i would leave,
    crying for my abstract eve.
    Living in this room,
    filled with endless loom.

    Their noise is making me crazy,
    I only need one thing.
    The innocent smile, she gives to me,
    beauty I have never seen.

    Now I let her go,
    but she will always know.
    Someone will be caring,
    with every fiber of his being.