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
im the shit like mr.hanky
THROWING ROOTBEARS IN YO FRIDGE BEHATCH