I don't understand this hatred
The hatred that you hold.

I don't see what I have done
To deserve your rays of hate.

What I don't see
is what wrong I might have done,
And you for some reason -- one I can not bring myself to ponder --
Bombard me with reasons that do not matter,
Ones that have no relevance.

But does hatred ever really make sense?

You hate cause you hate,
Not because who you...

Eyes droop, huddled by exhaustion.
Tho without need, they open, blinking away the urge to shut.

There's no need
To stay up beyond necessary, but for some particular reason --
Which I can not ponder what it may or may not be --
I can't seem to settle down.

The covers pushed aside,
Pillows flushed and checked for any bumps.

Yet as I rest my head,
thoughts seem to throttle into my head, and then
the pillow...

Open your eyes, clear the smoke from your eyes,
and maybe you'll see,
The world as it truly is.

The black and white keys of the piano sing a downful melody;
The world choses favorites, and it's favorites get the best,
while the rest are forgetten.

The cloulds turn gray as they fill up with tears,
until they can hold no more.
One by one, these clouds start to cry,
and they cry for so long that the world starts to flood...