Withering Surface Pitiful Emblems
Pitful emblems Stillstanding, lonely, wounded Odious I feel towards my pitful emblems My disgust grows as I foresee Sowing my shell with enough courageAs I understand Pitful emblems Stillstanding, lonely Wounded in my soul Pitful emblems To evade my frame mind Like colourful illustrations Seen with the eyes of a blind man The quiet light The tender illustrations The dreadful, hidden emotion The quiet light I know so well From before, hiding is not possible
