Art Gallery

We shirked our tiresome classes, and fruitless responsibilities I lost my vision, I lost my respect For old heroes, pushed to the corners And returned to dirt I am but a weary branch Waiting to snap at the touch of a robin As I Slowly, recede back into my art gallery I can see infinity from atop this view As my Old home fades into fleeting paintings I'm sure you will too Rust or blood, i couldn't tell which one it was I feared for my sister's safety Even though she had driven that route before Watching anime in the dark, getting faded as Trying not to think about you, or the friends that i've lost As I Slowly, recede back into my art gallery I can see infinity from atop this view As my Old home fades into fleeting paintings I'm sure you will too