Black and White

A thousand faces made with stone. Some are laughung, some are just living their doom.
Empty spaces their eyes. Behind their lips voices are yelling for freedom that only death can provide.
A black and white face stares his beautyfull bride. Only to her she can smile.he desires her kiss but pain is crossing him as he knows that lips will never be united.
Tears of blood and anger fall uponthe black veil. Scream of silence, so sad, so dreadfull, so loud.
And when the night falls their breath is shadows dancing on dirty walls together as one. And a strange music of mystic instruments shall be heard across the room.
Morning shall find two Masks broken and souls free.