Words, they won’t come out
Painted grey, the glass
Self, disfigured inside
Empty, the disguise

Open your eyes
Behold the... Hand
That pours into you
Excellence
Dark Flowers
...for Goddess

Among your words
I found wisdom
True lore, the unknown

In the claws
Of my own mischief
Of my disappointment
Left to apathy
I fell in
Now... our sounds
Ambience
Not words – they die

Will you share?
Would you share...
...yourself?