Dark Shaded White.

I live to lie under trees dying from the hot sun and no water, but I'm shaded, I will not be deprived of things i cant have, With my eyes i cant see things that die jaded. Even if this cigarette burns to the tip, i will take another hit and i drag. The night depletes with each breath that shakes out my temple, And the cold screams in the wind keep me up as always, The solution is right in front of my face but in actuality its not all that simple. The screams terrify me, even when its not night they scream on all days. And i stay stuck here, waiting for the echoes to stop screeching. The battle that i cannot win nor lose, but i have a choice and i choose, The thick dusty land around the trunk i lay at drains, My emptiness is full and instead of withholding, i ooze. Pain only manifested in the dark places of human brains. And i lay here, deciding if my once perfect vision will stop streaking. I ponder past thought for decisions that involve meaning, And overall i cant cradle this life with such a shadow, Life in a shaded area causes a devilish stinging. But then again ill die if i try to live a life that's too shallow.