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