This is what happens when my mind is given free reign... >.< a smooth line of Myraid blood A stretch unreachable by mortal-- closes the heavens shutting Righteous doors coming close to Killing but not quite murder instead it Erases mistakes... but not completely covers it... covers... Remade but not redone As an empty Palette A new look on life hope? Insecurities? mask? No streaks stain the cream surface no Tainted words no chaotic lines--But are there Reasons to why a palette must be painted on? are their Unseen... Subtleties? Hushed away from the world too Erotic too Sadistic to say? Or is it... that Pain covers us expressions go blank... Eyes dead a way out is Needed no more Closed doors stop this chaos Igniting deep within the heart Light our paths Show us the way out Please! Please A simple request begging for a Promise a promise that will forEver be denied a blanked Rakes over it to appear as a lie It is... In our hope or dreams showing only Mayhem Another loss...does that mean-- another Gain? an Insight into the world of tomorrow will we No longer need the palette? will we no longer thrive on Anguish? Tries, fails... Intuition and premonition are perhaps the tools Of the indolent bystander--seeking a way out from the Never-ending challenge set before us by this blank white
