Shattered, a picture of my life
And maybe it'll rain
But until then I'll watch the reflections
That show me the clouds
In shades of blue and black
I explode into a mirror shower
That rains pain down
Feel the wind, blowing coldness
But the air is so warm all around
And when the pieces hit the ground
No one will notice except me
That the mirror reflects back the clouds
As they are covered with rain drops
I'll bend to touch the pieces
And I'll cut my hand
So I'll drown slowly in a world of grey
Because the rain flooded me inside
And the last bit of colour you'll see of me
Will be the red of blood
On my hand.
the pics are links, yo
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Were those pictures paintings at one point that someone like..digitalized? Because they kinda seem farmillier...(sp)
actually, they're the original i think. they're called giclee. kinda like digital art. like fractals or something. i think anyways. click on one and research the site. i was too lazy, i just kinda liked the pics. probably familiar cuz the style is pretty common. the grey with one colour you saw at abuelo's and the shatter one cuz i've showed you something like that before.
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