Truth in art
Passionate thought
Lady Lazarusí despair

Once I was still
I can move now
Flawed as I am

Gratitude.
I can cope now
Light does not move
Anymore

There is nothing
But greatness
Everything still

A conversational piece
On purity, hatred
The beauty of forever

The movement will cease
The veil that they talk of
it will cover my eyes

There is nothing in everything
There is death in forever
But I can move now