The sheer lack of lustre in life nothing outside windows, to keep my eyes on it is a wholesome feeling, I haven't seen much lately, time has been frozen I'd piece nothing of my past, no memories to live last There is bleakness in the road ahead too, The wheels of life are in mud I have skipped time in many folds, dug deeper, found no gold.
As now the darkest night subsides The blackest and most petrifying night I had The night that went the quietest With most deafening voices I heard inside For days I couldn’t hear my cry My blistered heart stopped My sun, my moon, my stars were gone My happy flowers died Ghostly shadows, whispers of death I thought I lost my light I knelt and prayed I folded my hands and knelt with faith A strong and sturdy place sufficed My folded hands were held by The Great Healer, Jesus Christ
I missed you guys. It’s been months since the last time I visited this site. Praying for everyone’s safety.
During the winter weeks everything looks bleak so I can hardly speak looking to out-sleep this subzero streak of record lows and checkered toes from blizzard blows the geese all go but I stall froze in this tundra tunnel where the water breaks must be signs of the shovel and all it takes to obfuscate my massive lake's frozen fate and the cozen gate for that chosen date.
I need to erase these bland hues for leaves to sprout brand new to brighten my ****** view like I'm living in Cancun chilling at Chichen Itza chowing on chicken pizza staring at the colorful sky under which I never hide but those are just colors in my mind looking at the bleakness and the grime I'm weakened by this time I need to stay alive to see the days get wide and colors collide releasing me from the darkness fog so I won't be a heartless sod after people start to dodge my evil dark flaws.
Once the clouds split they'll give me a gift removing the **** that makes me slip on the ice all around me covering the water in which I'm drowning when my virulent vision starts browning erasing positive colors and mentality.
This world will be less neutral after my diffused old infused soul find renewal in the sun's jewels creating more vibrant colors than the winter's covers of black and white with lack of light and saddened sight to mask what's right.
Once the sun brings back the day I'll put down my gun and come out to play but life isn't fun living this way.
The more you look around The more you realize Every day people are doing Everyday things, Things they don’t really want to do, But must, to get ahead, to stay afloat, To not get knocked down. But the more you look around, You see the hurt, you see the failure, You see it imminent within you, too. You resist and you pull away, and you Tell yourself that you are different, You will lead a different life and have success. But the more you look around, The bleaker it gets. Sometimes life is better with the blinders on.