I'm fading into a color that holds no symbol,
when You-a figurative artist look for signs...

The torch I hold
for us to see the lost route outside...

Once upon a time I was lost in the woods and I...
Chill aura soothed me while I trod through the...

The way you give me hard times, makes me run away...
Complicated...

If I could be an arrogant wave
to wash your face off my way...

Perhaps I possess elegance with
my undeclared language...

At night misery in the
form of shades...

He might be a tongue
busy with grammar...

I previously
sprinted my touches...

I couldn't see the beauty
in our worn out portrait...

If I was to give in
all these weapons I...

It's a misplaced memory, a sick passion that
seeks the highest mountains to rupture at...