unseen, untold, forgotten

She folds her hands and hopes that her beloved shadows don't devour her again

Contradictory truths

Is she dreaming this reality

Where will the dark begin, does this light end

The antonym of gold

IOVE, she won by giving up

Indifferent, failure in three movements

From blight to burke

She tried to play a symphony with her distorted shadows

Her face coalesced in the masquerade

But this city is distorted, this city is still an enemy (ovation)

She saw god watching through her window