The Vincent of the gloom
Does not have her wings clipped in glass
For she is tucked beneath
Away with an empty scar
She cannot eat
Nor smell, nor breath
And yet she is living
On the edge of the keep
The time has acclimated
Her with things that share the way
The forbidden songs
And the voices of the hay
Yet the scar remains so different
As he stays as he has
He scowls at the panes
Who can't play again their act
Mister, Mister
She says with twinkle in her heart
Cherish not the emptiness
For the wind is not our part
You have sight to see
It takes meaning in the metal
A suburban old
When gets rotted by a petal
Why do you wish to drown?
Is mirror to the self, a phony
The storm may never hit the town
If you are with and not in it
Let the time flow
Love will rise from its fables
As your heart grows
In the side of a cold mason
Get up, feel the bigger picture
Does your paint, only fills the silence?
Rest you may in the controversies
My mind only loves the violence.
