The world through my eyes
it is never really back or white
i always include that in everything i write

somethings have bright, wild colours
but mostly its more of a distinct grey
always seem to wear blue on a black day

my dreams are washed over cream
stepping in puddles of off-white shell
infatuated with the sound of the calling bell

indigo is my future
of misery and self-loating
where ontop i find myself just-about floating

black and red show the state of my heart
the fire within, passion and devestation rules
let me cast my vengence on those incompetant fools

yello is the saviour, my one, my grace
it goes with all, it is giving, light all powerful
with the bright colour, there is no time to lag behind with the dull

green is the colour of the goblins that give chase
gotta keep moving, they are always lurking just one step behind
i never touched one, not yet, but somehting tells me they aren't full of kind