Silhouettes

The dear banquet of shadows it's near 
a place where the faceless feasts . 
        We choose not to remember.......for 
eternal split pains is horrible , who choose rather to forget they have an identity.
Silhouettes ramparts black walls , these blackens blackest of walls . Where we cry inside , how it burns , how it rots . 
The things we will never speak of , like shadows we lose sight only to be engulfed later on during the day .

Adams field , where the sky opens wide as she runs away from the black box ....that door where silhouettes play with pity ...it's havoc .