I sit there.
In the corner of my room.
Looking out the window.
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.
Everything is sync, everything dead.