a wall i see, right in front of me of greyish its to be as the feeling is grey, for that it is to stay a transition between the night and day between the memories that play but these fingertips have memories too but why must the blind man play blue? and the child play white? that is because there is no day or night grey matter in the mind cannot be touched grey colour in nature i don't see so much so why has this wall of come to stay in my field of view, undefined way

a wall i see, right in front of me of greyish its to be as the feeling is grey, for that it is to stay a transition between dark and light between black and white a thinking man's delight, its never too bright ambiguous interpretation, grey can never cause a fight thats why the wall is grey protects the night from day from the collision of colours from the boutiques and the parlours the colour of submissiveness is grey thats why you don't see it everyday every fallen leaf is a fallen man for behind the walls, is a hidden the colour grey illuminates only when other colours suffocate *scrapy draft shit

in the deepest tunnel you can find there struggles a man submerged in sublime there is no light, there is only green he goes to part where he can't be seen and when you see him you will see that he is neither like you or me the body is there, but the soul is gone walking and talking, you don't belong he's mind is a tunnel that can't be seen only he can find it, and its lined with green green of death, of not of life putrid, purulent pond scum, rusty knife

my sweetest friend everyone i know goes away in the end oh you can have it all my empire of dirt i will let you down i will make you hurt ...

unbroken glass as clear as solid sky here we shall lay, here's where things don't die staring smitten core smiles at the space that stretches for miles bliss is a void (ink thinking) bliss a sun kiss sinking frozen in time, put in its prime beams from a shine out of your mind