After the fireworks end, seek shelter elsewhere.

Tired, hide underneath the bed sheets and covers.

Omnipresent, Eden appears to be the only friend

left in the world at the moment. Lights off, say

goodbye to yesterday's drama. Pray for these cloudy gray

skies to go away. A ray of sunlight chases off this

delicate fray, misfortunate disarray. Lost too deep

in a peaceful sleep, black sheep weep nomore. Longing

to disappear, don't fear death so called a coma.