Cold Pleasure

                                                           Silver delight,                                                                  The taste ofwasted dreams seeping upon my shadowy rain that leaves my head,                 who is this that i am i question towards the end of my leap... Nothing.... i feel it all-                 The call, the scream, the ball that rolls off the beam.... i feel it all.    that funny part is that it is never called by its name.... my life, but see my pain regenerated into the substance of others to only transform and simply return to me at the end of the day....                                            but i keep this emotions to spread my burst of uncertainty,

Only to watch the colors of emotion change in the world that is global warming