The Epiphany

I hate the night life but I love your perfume,

I'm the center of attention in the corner of the room,

Sitting here wondering what the silence means to me,

or just knowing that this is all placed here to be.

I'll count to ten then I'll play pretend.

I'm so sick, my friend.

Sit here, wait for it to end.

The list goes on.

I hope you get it

before I'm gone.

I was the centre of attention, In front of the Almighty room.