The Sun

The Sun.

Yellow pixilated shines beam down,
Upon the fresh green grass and pale skin.
Causing reactions in both vassals to grow,
Into the tall blocking views of the world.

Numb vibrations in not knowing how to love.
Watered eyes in place of crashes and pick ups.
To be the innocent then deprived of control;
Breaks the boundaries of truth and casts.

A child to of been born to be nothing at all.