through art, it conceals
through art, it reveals
I speak symbolism,
only eyes and mouths that bear the fruition of my words can seek for truth
let the wind blows, let the storm howls
be it a fault or a foul,
only those eyes and mouths that bear the fruition of every truth I hold
could seek for clarity within them all
I was born for agony, not harmony
I was born to ride the waves, not streams
through art, it suppresses
through art, it unveils
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
through art, it conceals
through art, it reveals
I speak symbolism,
only eyes and mouths that bear the fruition of my words can seek for truth
let the wind blows, let the storm howls
be it a fault or a foul,
only those eyes and mouths that bear the fruition of every truth I hold
could seek for clarity within them all
I was born for agony, not harmony
I was born to ride the waves, not streams
through art, it suppresses
through art, it unveils
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