white walls
White walls White walls A wasted treasure underneath the torment Who has she become A shell of her alter-self A dimension away from gold But bronze is her safe Why? Her brain is always working A genius with questionable commonsense Her mental exhaustion dominates reason.
She’ll be on her quest for contentment; replacement, most importantly redemption.
I’m confident it’ll never end she’s blind or rather play pretend Why? Because she’s stubborn and unable to bend It’s such a shame. It was always so beautiful watching her work. Her cathartic strokes filling both our souls with passion and healing But she don’t paint like that anymore. I just know.
Her pallet now is white and black and she won’t go back. It’s all framed in such a way where,
She’s now the fugitive. Won’t face the trial. Call it denial. It’s lonely But She’ll take it. White paint, white walls. Cover it all up It’s a shame She doesn’t understand
White walls. White walls. Cover the pain. Cover the shame. Try something different Instead of trying it again. Even if she’ll never feel the same