sitting on the corner of the street, under the grey glossy sky. clouds of dark swirling through my head, shadow in my eyes. blocking out the light of what i should see, shunned from society. bricks crashing through the frames of minds, impedimies of three. avatars of grief, homeless thoughts sought sanity. give me an injection of the sunny skies, of sorrow of the mind. it helps me see clearly for the short time of joy, without grief around me. the smog lifts gracefully like the swirling auras in the night sky.
                                                   all i can see is not what lies before me,
                                                      but what lies behind
                                                    choices that i made then,
                                                   is what affects now, images running so vivantly.
                                                   like a projector screen, haunts me now and forever.

locked in this prison without a monitor. cant even go outside, troubles from the past rape me, like a child left behind, left to fend for himself, nobody to tuck him in. troubles eroding the walls of this sanity. black and white pictures of memories doesnt keep me alive. instead they tear me down, wear me out, like yesterdays clothes, donated to the poor. angels lose thier wings, fighting my hurricanes.
                                                   all i can see is not what lies before me,
                                                      but what lies behind
                                                    choices that i made then,
                                                   is what affects now, images running so vivantly.
                                                   like a projector screen, haunts me now and forever

all i want to see are sunny skies without sorrow in my mind. without the injection of dose, but the natural cause. all i want is someone standing next to me under this grey glossy sky.