Shackles bind me
Ropes tied around me
A prisoner I'm imprisoned
I'm dressed in a dark crimson
I can try and speak
But no one would listen
My mind's my jail cell
Guarded by the memories
My thoughts a hell's mail
I shiver as it remedies
I fear I'm being afraid
I fear to color life a brighter shade
Scared that it's too fake
So I grab my dark stencil, my mistake
I paint my painting
My life's drawing in dim colors
This is how I see it and I'm fading...
At least I'm truthful unlike the others
The others' a fake masking of bright blue and bright yellow
They will soon drown in their ink
Smothering suffocation with the liars pillow
One day they'll reach the brink
Then I'll splash them in black.
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