Twigs

Abandoned place is hard to forget
It's whispering something to you.
Another reason to refuse from any thoughts.
You know how
The sun falls down and going under?
You know why
Another moon is gone?

Get up the waves of inner storm,
Turn off a boring whisper,
Show up your creatures outside.
Your twigs grow up through your living stone,
From intellectual crystal,
And all your places left behind.

Nobody`ll close a grave in your chest,
Nightmare is never ending.
You need to hide your innocence in black and white.
You know how
The shadows walk away while blending
with the light.
Here's what you need to know.