Bred a life of loneliness and despair Hands woven since touch is meaningless Shadows casts darkness that blinds Covering thine eyes Hidden away is the destruction of Canvasses once beautifully marked my stains of nativities blood Have you no heart? Oh impossible rouge, betrayal of all the world You must find such trivial ramblings amusing Mock me not, sir For I shall stage the final opus
Shell de Toni 