Testo Passing Into Shadow

Tearing at the wings, flying away.

Nothing can keep me here.

Slipped through my fingers.

I struggled and I fought.


The burning in my eyes!

The burning in my eyes,

in my eyes and throat!

Choking on my thoughts,

always scratching.

This silence is deafening.


These ideas, these images, these images

are pictures I can't paint.

Passing - into - shadows!



Nothing can keep me here!

(Nothing can keep me here!)

Nothing!