|The Cage of Silence|
The elevator, we entered, yet I felt, a certain being near, the|
The door opened and I met Van Gogh, I saw, there was no
illusion, only a vision of hope.
As the keeper Mr. G, as we entered the cage of silence.
Disfigured minds, we will collide, in the cage.
For we cannot be, in the same delusion, yes, it came to me,
I'm just a delusion of my own reality.
So we signified, yet, oblivions, as we echoed in the night.