Empty Frames - Konkhra

Picture this

A belief dressed in gold

The carving of the finest wood

Kept together with the golden dublet

Rotten to the pith

The pith on which you feed

The struggle

Destroying the emptiness we framed

Empty frames

A vision of the truth

Covered with the sound of a scream

The emptiness on which they feed

The balance you walk

The matter of life and live

Still building empty frames

The frames on which you feed

Making them everlasting

Frames you can hide beneath

The point of contact

You showed the deceived

Yes

I want to rip your skin

To suck the juice

From your exposed body

My goal

To paint you between the sticks

You have strained

Like an ever changing motive

It seems so clear

Like the black wet paint on the canvas

Your conduct of life