The innocent creature is staring 
Outside the white view blinds the eyes of he who walks 
into the night 
Everything is suddently so silent and thoughts wander 
around 
trying to find peace from this cruel plane of existence 
Still it goes on and never will it stop and the reason 
for this is simply the way it has always been. 
Turning its head for all that is living and listening the 
voices that cannot be heard 
Its hate grows stronger every passing moment and it 
foretolds.. 
Never will it stop nor never will it end, circular 
objects floating by 
Corners so sharp they could cut stone 
It just is and that is the cruelest thing in all its 
being... 
The stares are locked 
Now it is certain 
There is no turning back 
now 
nor never will there be...