Sitting. Waiting. Wishing.
For the future, yet
Memories flew into my soul.
Heck,
Memories my ass.
For I've edited them.
Cut and paste.
And added those damn glittery effects.
Rewind and played them.
My dillusions
My escape from
My past
My sins
A video attempt made for the Grammys
In my mind.
Everything now splashed with
Those fake, psychedelic colours and vividness
How everything turned up all so well
'Happy' endings with those fake,
Stuck-up smiles...
...That makes me sick.
So much for dreams...
Useless Dreams.
Sitting. Waiting. Wilting.
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Submission Name: Useless Dreams
