i’m seeking for the thin gray line between the black and white while living in a world of color.

do you believe our hell will ever really change?
do you really think there is anything to win?
do you trust our freedom is in danger from the outside?

im seeking substance in a superficial world where in which answers exist only in speculation.

no aggression
no anger
no pain
no shame

i’m seeking pieces of truths in the darkness that could pacify us, thou, there really isn’t anything, is there?

spilled on all the earth are all joys of heaven.
so what would make me a heathen to partake?
surely i don’t have to compete for this tiny taste of bliss?
i’m unscathed cause after all, i won’t make it out of here alive?

i’m seeking a quiet, peaceful corner to call my own in a world where i can’t escape the cries of the blind.