white. the painted veil. taking up all conscious space of my mind. Blank. it teases me. taking every bit of my thoughts; soaking them up inside this prison called color. Walls. The obstacle between. Blocking and path I have created. Alone an i between these mighty spaces. I lay and stare. My mind, It suffers this existence. suffers the chamber of this plain. suffers in it self. can no one save me from the Blank, White, Walls, of my mind?
Lilu_Teus · Sat Apr 06, 2013 @ 01:01pm · 0 Comments |