Glass!!!

Twisting and turning on my stoned lil bed i feel the moonbeam enter my head.........it feels sooo light, so quaint, so pure...........a place in which ive found myself before

I find myself gathering...........slowly the white fades away.......into multiple shades of grey!\...........darkness is what light hasn’t touched!!........but maybe our eyes have seen too much.....the birth of a legend.....the death of innocence......preying on the thoughts of human existence

They see it coming..........the war without an end.....with only our egos to defend.......the man in green.....a conscience clean.......touches his end while his mother screams

the moonbeam decides to leave.......leaving behind unseen dreams….. the world i see sees its end but i still lie on my stoned lil bed!!!

-shahvan