Sitting With Nonesense

outside of the window

the cold wind blows

sitting here in the empty room

there's nothing but gloom

surely the evening will come

defenitly i'll be a lonely one

sitting here alone in the dark

there's nothing but spark

waiting in the nothingness

solitary with my mess

time passes me by

there's nothing i can do but try

captured in the corner

staring the reflections in the mirror

sitting here in the silence

there's nothing but nonsense

sitting with nonesense words by angelo zantua 24th of semptember, 2007