past of crayon

[angelbride]

The show around not knowing
Caveat like knowledge swaying
Shortening the promise of life
Like racks on deception

Easy , the waste is blowing
Crayon minds are playing
Like commuting on every strife
A sudden excuse attraction

Hate becomes a dripped painting
Twisting the longing of regret
Care of blistered rain
Eccentric influence, loving as a new day
Arises around the corners

The old news is ranting
Like the bleus upset
My heart is like pain
Everyone has it’s own say
But when will the night warn us

[Manna]

great title.