My Feelings are Difficult

Don't you see now?
Just south of the border,
the rains coming in from the east today.

I wish as well,
that the west held more flowers,
and the places I walk didn't stick my boots deep.

The weird thing to remember,
and the falacy abroad,
is that all those in color blend in.

But you didn't watch,
when the paint ran down my shoulder,
and it bled into my very skin.

The very thin air,
sitting now besides the dumptser,
It sticks between the legs and becomes what more.

I sit and stir,
when I try to sleep,
and I feel pain just the same.

Though,
I suppose that when you watch in morning,
just before the sunrise,
You're obsessed with the image of the sky.

So blue,
yet halo be thy name,
and in misery walks besides the forbiden railroad.

ding ding,
the crossing says,
it remains in the gloomy evening,
I wish it didn't have to be so dark.