It hides, soothes, but scares nonetheless
It is what I paint my cages with
Just for an illusion of a possibility of freedom
For a moment forget the manacles' caress.
It is what lies beneath the garb of sanctity
baring us for who we are.
God or no,
Noir-nothingness is where it all began
And end once we char.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
It hides, soothes, but scares nonetheless
It is what I paint my cages with
Just for an illusion of a possibility of freedom
For a moment forget the manacles' caress.
It is what lies beneath the garb of sanctity
baring us for who we are.
God or no,
Noir-nothingness is where it all began
And end once we char.
