Destruction Of A Color

wisp through useless minds and wasted times
breakfast traveled into a crossroad
here is the highest note on the tallest mountain
if a tear drop killed me then i attack the world
look up and you see the ground of someone else
when I open them I see others eyes
frequencies that make no sense that only I can understand
intro to the outro of the beginning of the end
hierarchy life,walled in a open space
echo into nothing as a sun rises from my reflection
same time a moon sets into my mind
a portrait of the road
painted with clouds as a brush and air as paint
baptized in the oil of the world
as my strings get pulled into a laugh
self destruction