Yorha - No One Knows What The Dead Think

Black box

Killing you shares this fate

Permanently attach

Desaturated emotion

Becoming lost

For things I loved

This presence

Berserk

Grief outlives you

The unmistakable voice of anger

The witches tower

Connecting interlinks

The pure white

Starkly distinct

Fire flows across

Breaking ocean waves

Quietly and alone

I clench the ache

Gazes are dropped

Splashing red in grey

There is only pain

In the numbing