Dead Peace.

I sit there.

In the corner of my room.

Looking out the window.

Hearing nothing.

Feeling nothing.

Seeing nothing but the bright full moon, and the reflection of myself in the glass.

I look at the moon, and it's sad expression.

It's frown lighting up the deep blue depressing sky.

I look down from up above.

All I see is the black and white roses.

Swaying in the wind.

This is my way of peace.

Silence.

Darkness.

Everything is sync, everything dead.