what ya think? hopefully it's not to confusing an portrays the image it does in my head.
A seed sprouts but the days are dry,
desaturated and less vibrant,
time ticks as the green withers,
my mind splinters as the days widdle away at the weeks,
convincing speech sinks blue in that ocean of hope,
what floats is a home for my shadows affair,
despair is here as a mirage, i'm dehydrated by thought,
surrounded by the liquid of life i utilize the less plentiful,
sittin in a disposition that mimics what i actually wish it was,
a daydreams fight for reality,
ensued by desire although pierced in the back repeatedly,
i hide from these visions behind escape,
i sigh inside and shallow down a little,
bury this whole city if it means i remain blind for eternity,
not that particle perception...but just the visions of the preterit.
A seed sprouts but the days are dry,
desaturated and less vibrant,
time ticks as the green withers,
my mind splinters as the days widdle away at the weeks,
convincing speech sinks blue in that ocean of hope,
what floats is a home for my shadows affair,
despair is here as a mirage, i'm dehydrated by thought,
surrounded by the liquid of life i utilize the less plentiful,
sittin in a disposition that mimics what i actually wish it was,
a daydreams fight for reality,
ensued by desire although pierced in the back repeatedly,
i hide from these visions behind escape,
i sigh inside and shallow down a little,
bury this whole city if it means i remain blind for eternity,
not that particle perception...but just the visions of the preterit.



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