On the directionless of the freed...
Color of the world bestowed, blackness on the soul-less plowed.
I am one of hollowed world, on the curtains of the road,
Following a carved path, on the soon to leave us past.
Denser denser the fog gets, cutting open the eye's own specs.
silver gold the value give to the life one plans to live
oh stern values of the mind, leaving the heart's saint to grind
gears turning open gates, the broken skull: filled minds fate.
bring me every single plant, to send, tto mend, to bend, to repent
Might...
Blue poison, must you taunt me, you hurt, daunt the burn on the skin
Jumping with me into the sea, disorder organizing border
Spend my time in vain, you are paining, strength ingraining
Rage would fill my heart with fire, desire? Blasted ****, tis not you!
Fleeing fundamentals of friendly fondness, fiend! My mistake, I have sinned.
I bite on my lip? Tis sure to give me relief.
I will not bite, I will hesitate. Should I? Or should I rather wait for never and forget.