Soft White Walls

July 28, 2011
My dreams they mean nothing

And I’m spiraling hoping that it all comes to something

I need a false reality

I need to save my mentality

take me to a place where soft walls can be my canvas

And my dreams can be my cannabis

Where time is measured by the times my eyes close

And I’m garbed in white clothes



Where the peace has increase

And my reality has ceased

Because they say the world will never reach peace

Unless the fighting would cease

I don’t about that, I just want my silence

Where my mind isn’t exposed to violence

Where my eyelids can be my canvas

In these dreams.

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