Sanoja: Rishloo. Pandora.

Cedar grains cling to woven skin upon walls I know frail truths feed borrowed dreams grown cold and from here I beg release and hope I hope
Breathing through these lines
Innocence lost among the torment of grace within the storm seeking darkness in the dawn
While the emptiness divides every purpose with the light I fade
Without a key without a sound without a chance to hold the light it reaches in between the seems to tease the madness and the grief
To curse the walls to cure the need
To curse the damned who damn the need
The need to know what lies beyond, beyond the walls
Turn the Key
And set free this I swear
It's not enough for me to alone
Uproot these veins that fail to bleed
So I will know and I will still believe we're better than these lies we've leaned to breathe breathing I step beyond the past and let it go