Color laced eyes

The eyes upon me are the one that judge me.
waitin to witness the actions of how stron I can be.
Watchin me break is not an option I can live with.
Suntil the day I die I sling the piles of porin down shit.
Broken shovels make it so fuckin hard to breath.
Searchin for the ends at the bottom of the cheese.
On strike from up in a expoldin stinkin flame.
Waitin its moments unable to be put out in this constant rain.
Soakin clothes that makes it harder to move from the chill.
I dig for the answer to find the last once of will.
With stares I'm claimed by my own untamed character.
Standin alone with peices chippin a lies miracle.
I'm still restless in my head pealin away the sugar coat.
Planted in a mountain that reeks barely afloat.
Within realities reasons of what has been seen.
Surrounded by the waste of lifes untold dream.
A seed sproutin up from the manuer gettin trampled.
Needin a single ray of light to grow as an example.
There r colors that lace the windows of the mind that notice.
Givin purpose beneath the struggle jus tryin to live.
For them my all fightin for them will never hide.

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