Pushing limits walking away
Why wait when I could act
Misplace passive aggression
With a pistol and a guilty conscious
(AIM) reaches are not running
When space bars cage an existence
Pulling words from these characters
Shooting messages flips to shaders through the windows
Online presents will determine you’re future income
Pass the aggression into a sight with an eye at pin point
Withdrawing (ATM), coloring red as the floor
Checking the walls as pink matter
Saving the mixes for the pallets on set
Depositing later all the info I need to  evade
Panic attacks walking
Bullets wait for running
Esc...
I’ll find joy in drowning in my own painting

Painting the pictures I wanted to be in ~

Our life's lines are implied as parallels,
For they trace in the same direction
To our collective personnel's
profound destination:

As our life's lines are redrawn,
again and once again,
Our destiny's knotted into one,
A Triquatra till the end.

Know our lines stay parallel-
Though Infinite,  they'll never meet
In their never joining spell
Their truths within decept.

I saw you in Black and White,
Sadness from first light,
I took my brush,
and painted you blue,
now we’re the same hue,

This world is way too much for us
Tried to run but keep on stumbling
Tried to talk but keep on mumbling
Do you ever felt that way?

Let ourselves bloom
Despite of all those gloom
Wear all of the smiles like my costume
And hide them on your locker room.

I'll be the paint to color your world
Even though we're curled ,
Relax, I won't hurt, drop those blades
Because I'm willing to give you my colored shades.

What are you waiting for?
Lets paint this world, the color you adore
I'll give you this rose don't drop it at the floor
I'll be at your back leading your war

Now the breeze got us feeling good
Cruising 'round the neighborhood
Living like a teenager would
And love you like my mother could.

Don't worry too much
I won't leave, I'll be in touch
And if ever you get tired I'll catch,
Give you some glue for us to not detach.

Paint me red, color me blue,
The night is drenched in a silvery hue!

Of mysterious caverns,
Of silent streams,
Brush away the darkness,
Color my dreams!

Paint me red, color me blue
Turn me gold, see me true!!

What palette of inks
Has the world dyed itself
With on this day?

A collection of yellows
Painted the canvas
Of a plain and woods
During the setting sun.

A collection of greens
Littered the pines,
And finished the color
On the grass and moss.

A splash of red
To cover that setting fireball

A sheet of blue
And a touch of violet
To dribble on our night sky,
Which we will now
Litter with the deceitful stars!