Show me a painting of a beautiful sunrise. All I'll see are the limits, the lines. A painted seascape clouded over fears. Fears and hopes lay on my shoulder. Sailed across limits and lines. A dangerous game on the tides of life. Explosion in a silent room. Plucking myself from my tomb. Life is the antihero, an entity to be feared. A traveler's life, a killer's drive. Nothing compares to what I feel today. With hearts pounding in a mechanical hum. Explosion in a silent room. The picture's faded, nowhere to run. Plucking myself from my tomb. Through cataract eyes we view this play, view this play. Writing the prologue to life's tragic fable.