Nor crying, nor pain

The ghostliness of quiet conveys
the dimming of the suns rays
On the back of the beat i see
the shadow that was formerly she

Dark, dingey, the floor light grows
Outside the streets are lit, seeing only black crows
They sit and stare, a judgemental tone
A reflection is needed to get her back home

Home to be apparent, how to be fine
She waits for love and she knows that's no sign
Further and further there's confusion in her skin
Her mind, her body, no state that she's in

- Christopher


I want to go to Japan. I want to watch Madonna and Mariah. What to do? If any of you ever feel down. Just play 'Holiday'. Trust me.