Album: The Painter's Palette
And in poor seconds,
the filthy figures surrounding
become obstacles
Smell of acid thoughts
Intoxicated eyes,
Madly,
Are you searching for the obscure calm,
But the partial blindness doesn't relieve,
And viscid words are shoves to the fury
My hostile guide
Memories contribute to mental fall,
Skin refuses to feel
Hide my mind
From the unconscious desire
Of wound, deep wound
I drag between a liquid grey and the hole
Intoxicated eyes,
Madly,
Are you searching for the obscure calm,
But the partial blindness doesn't relieve,
And viscid words are shoves to the fury
My hostile guide
No way,
By now, there's no way,
And I spit on these ruins
What sillinessQuiet