His black sclera making the deepest green of his iris sharp enough

to cut through the air

Purple circles under his eyes, purple velvet hat covering his hair,

keeping the secrets within his mind

 

The most expressive blankness floating round his figure,

blowing through my visions

 

Making me

 

   insane   

[x] Jalligatoah

There are shadows behind us,

gates in front of us,

but stones between us.

Oh, my love, you don't know what you do to me.

I abandoned fear from my life,

I'd kick those stones away,

but the shadows still scare me.

They're telling our story,

they're making me feel the pain of the past.

Can you hear em, too ?