Devoid
Living with scars
Undying wounds from the past
Painful marks - that never really cure
Fine lines
Vague hatchings
Without colors without life
The image finds its way
Like a frame without matter
Just a canvas - bland
No dye, no scheme, no direction
Like a frame without matter
Eyes can't understand
A trace, a scratch
Misfit a meaningful patch
Style and shape
Like shrouded in an opaque cape
The colors ready to bleed
Like a frame without matter
Just canvas - bland
No dye, no scheme, no direction
Like a frame without matter
That is waiting for
The tears, the hurts, events - that will push it further
Like a frame without matter
Eyes can't understand
This process from inside
All the injuries
Which had to be recieved
Every needle
Rammed into one's heart
All the tears
Raining from the eyes
Unfinished imagery
When will one ever see?
Death will finish what birth started
Death will finish what birth started
Death will finish what birth started
All the injuries
Which had to be recieved
Every needle
Rammed into one's heart
All the tears
Raining from the eyes
Unfinished imagery
Until the curtain falls
Undying wounds from the past
Painful marks - that never really cure
Fine lines
Vague hatchings
Without colors without life
The image finds its way
Like a frame without matter
Just a canvas - bland
No dye, no scheme, no direction
Like a frame without matter
Eyes can't understand
A trace, a scratch
Misfit a meaningful patch
Style and shape
Like shrouded in an opaque cape
The colors ready to bleed
Like a frame without matter
Just canvas - bland
No dye, no scheme, no direction
Like a frame without matter
That is waiting for
The tears, the hurts, events - that will push it further
Like a frame without matter
Eyes can't understand
This process from inside
All the injuries
Which had to be recieved
Every needle
Rammed into one's heart
All the tears
Raining from the eyes
Unfinished imagery
When will one ever see?
Death will finish what birth started
Death will finish what birth started
Death will finish what birth started
All the injuries
Which had to be recieved
Every needle
Rammed into one's heart
All the tears
Raining from the eyes
Unfinished imagery
Until the curtain falls