madpoe317

BLUES OF THE SAME COLOR


Everybody is sad and fucked up, everyones hands are trembling.
Everyones felt fucked over and is hurting, everyones tired of pretending.

The pain that i see is shining thick behind everybody's faces.
It's just the color of the blues that everybody's tasting.

No matter how calm or how amazing,
Its all the same color of disintegrating,
dissolving, falling weak, wondering why and Hesitating.
Actually, even holding ones self accountable for breathing,
for feeling , for falling, for failing, for hopping for false hope and fading.
Fading, Wasting, Disintegrating and Pretending.
Pretending that it is going to be O.K
then Waking.

Everybody at any time taste's these colors of Degrading.
Anybody almost every-time taste these colors of waiting.

Waiting for their one, waiting for there break.
Waiting for that hope to come home and take the cake.
Anything at all that could shake that feeling of mistake.
Waiting for anything at all to come free and awake.

Blues of the same color everywhere I turn.
No matter what face heir making i smell what's on the burn.
Self Loathing.
Self Medicating.
The same self actions in all the same reacquiring factions.

Blues of the same color No matter where anyone turns.
It's the same song, same taste.
the same color of what we've earned.

Blues of the same color in every meaning of the Word.