Picture of illusions

The days blend in,im racing time.lets get the fuck out of here,proceed where we we're.unspoken words is my idea,seeing chromatic neon lights. im wounded a thousand times,your whelding the switchblade.Now theirs a hole in my lungs. My eyes grow heavy,im tired of my mistakes. But its already to late,im shatterd into a heart ache. im witnessing my forgiveness,feeling the growth of the blooming flowers. nature grows infront of me.Theirs nothing scary about the night,we try to escape this nightmarish dream.the light house is our north star,the talking tree is my time keeper.as i realized this is a picture of illusions that i hear you scream in the cold war.