Scream through blind eyes. I cannot see the truth because reality is just my own point of view. My point of non return. Leave, leave these useless shapes.
Find life in distortion.
Sounds like my ears become blind. When my eyes will see darkness as a visible noise and not as something you cannot define.
When my mind will read absence of light as a presence of darkness. Distortion of my hopes. Manipulating wills.
Sounds like my ears become blind. When my eyes will see darkness as a visible noise and not as something you cannot define.
When my mind will read absence of light as a presence of darkness. Distortion of my hopes. Manipulating wills.