greyhaze

i dont know if anyone actually reads my shitty poems, if you can call them that, random thoughts that sometimes rhyme i guess is more accurate, but anyway heres another one...

a pale sky..
dim streets in a blue hue,
perspiring, heavenly, voodoo

styles brought forth through open-mindedness
crush shallow souls who stay blinded its...crazy

but..im thinking just maybe
im what she needs
see the city she breathes
shallow thought and beautiful air
painting young souls without a care...

but innocence doesnt last long
why else would so many express pain through song..

i spent my whole life running from myself,
i got so weary, it finally caught me...then i felt

she made my soul melt through the quest
made me realize life hurts more than death
and that sad fact had me hesitant to step
in a forward direction
reality never checked in

i was consumed by the feeling
and now im consumed by a new one
seemingly unbearable
thank god i dont have a gun
but apparantly im not the chosen one