I stared at the reminiscent light
My heart fell short to ignite
I used to doubt my sight
Now I know I’m colorblind
Every trace of color has turned grey
Pale luminance that seeks to fade
I’m not mine to bail out
I’m not yours to leave to dry
I listened to the deafing silence
There is no scape nor guidance
We are always the same
Unable to change…
Every thread of death is now obsolete
The plethora of madness feels complete
Is it because I was too weak?
Stray into grey… Who could have known?