Salt Paradise
White Ward
These walls beget a homogenous mass That pushes me away I hope that yet there is another world A better place From a slippery slope, I fall Trying to reach the peak Rolling down like a stone Greedy and never meek From the deepest caves, I rise Willing to heal my scars Tearing down my throat A forlorn city ghost At the point of no return Old hopes are gone At the point of no return New virtues are born