A Green Heart Made of Stone

A green heart made of stone

His mind must have been a room.

No windows no doors, a vast spirit draining concrete waste land.

I believe climing that hill was your green mile, the only way up around, you thought was real.

Your last adventure just to be higher from the place that put you down.

You know...

I feel like dirty water too sometimes, going down the sink.

From sink to sink, I get more and more polouted.

The system must be fucked to be okay with this.

I too notice the fake smiles and anger as the only superpower people here seem to have.

But that's just because they're weak and bored.

And used to it.

I guess you never reached for the walls though, the mountains were always real, they weren't fake posters or something just to get your hopes up...

Mountains beyond mountains.

And you were the only creater of that room

Your doom.

Sleep well man, just by shutting your eyes you might just be able to open them again.