Neptune Eyes

All I can distinguish from this tapestry of a world are the different hues of blue within the little threads The rain that falls when the tears of little neptunes cleanse the world from any form of optimism The ocean where all that sadness is drained towards that many find themselves drowning in No matter how many lenses of yellow I tether to my eyes The life from the green is incapable to satisfy as there is simply no life or happiness to be found, even within the baby blades of grass Life never lasts anyway it always seems to die And unfortunately, death is the foundation of the floods from little neptunes