about me

how  can I put this...
it's just one more of my melancholy and purple thoughts
and uninviting feeling

I wish I could turn yellow
but my emotions are cover with asphalt
I like to watch over the train
because I always see the south

fantasies Made of broken mirrors
I Succumb every time I Write
Every time I think
Watch me rain...watch me

A cold kiss to say it's gone...
a pale handshake to close a chapter
look away destiny
Look away.