I was bored.

Billboard

Whistling to my eyes,
a dance beguiles the senses:
beautiful child—a kiss
to embellish my cheek,
bliss resting on my feet;
and so I do desire to stop.

End the continual clock.

Each second beats against my mind;
silence is covertly screaming
for chances to twist my seconds.
Backwards.
But a billboard is glued to my face.

Welcome.
Signed: Life

That's actually pretty interesting imagery and whatnot, KP... I like it. ><