Shadows dance along whitewashed walls
scattered dark shapes float in the air
outlining thin patches of sunshine
splattered like yellow paint
on my bedroom wall
staring out the window
feeling more depressed than before
thinking of reaching up
taking the glowing ball
by its feathers of light
taking it in my arms
and carrying it away
not to hide it from the world
but only
to scatter sunshine

Eyes glued completely on this dark and snowy sky.
The warmth slowly embraces me so tight till I die.

The wind and clouds are whispering, I can hear them whistling.
Thoughts are approaching, promises got me thinking.

There I am painting of us two on my own world, living a life with these wounds.
There I am fighting with the undead one, covering myself with another wound.

I don't see a thing for more,
I lost the core of my eye for sure.
I don't paint for more,
I lost the colors of mine for sure.

The wind and clouds are whispering for more.
They told me to wake up right now.
I hide behind my back no more.
Gonn' rip a new page later on or now.

how odd
even quaint
you, the paint chip
that i press against the wall
and have pressed against the wall
(and maybe will press against the wall
but
hopefully not
but
probably
but
hopefully not
but
probably)
and i would like
very much
for you
to stay pressed
holding to that perfect bit
of open space
so shaped to you
and your edges

but instead you lean
outwards
peering
not want to wear uniformity
and so you will
and so how bravely
that you, the paint chip
stand out
so caught in glory
that you don't see
i could make a bag of they, the paint chips
that you don't see
i'll just strip the whole wall
and layer it fresh
with paint
that doesn't talk back

Struggling with this mind block.
Wasting my time staring at the clock..
Waiting for you to destroy that block.
That wall that's in front of the both of us, blocks the beautiful view, and yes I mean you.
With that wall in front of the both of us,
I see nothing but a dark view.

Am I in a dark room?
Or is it just my life without you?

I've been afraid of the dark since the day I've been out.
That's why I paint to make my world full of colorful lights.
But how can I paint when I got no paint?

Since the day you built that wall.. All I see is dark holes.
Empty..
Just like my soul.
So paint will you come back, and hold me to stop the pain?
I'm just here trying my best to climb that tall wall, waiting for your call before I fall..
I don't even know anymore who's stronger anymore.. Me the lion or that dark shark that's standing still..
Hard to climb..
Hard to leave behind.
I'll stop with the knocking and just sit there on that bench waiting for you to climb up and help me get through.

Hard to breathe cause you already took my lungs..
And it's hard to keep punching when you already feel the weakness in your knuckles from the first punch..

Of all of the times I've seen your smile.

Not once was your beauty in shackles.

Or made of false paints.

You awake from slumber of knights of dreams.

Now voting on which team you will leave.

Your body is awesome, your hair un tangled your skin luxurious.

Gregarious, your style to life is going places of ancient times.

Loving life and meeting new out comes.

My mind is a mix of color and paint
Confusing me from reality and fake
Coloring me what I shouldn't be
Drawing all the colors of a world
That is not reality
And I can't stop
I don't have a choice now
This is my life
I could of escaped
If I thought of something
Other then color and paint

Paintbrush and paints
can make empty canvas
               change its identity