Living monochrome lives with thoughts of
“Stomach empty, Stomach full”,
Watching time ticking by and sinking in the abyss sea of
tide up high, tide so low,
’till when is my sun and moon keep turning away from me,
for I can’t seem to see the light, in my everyday misery,
I have tried to dance and paint my sorrows in delight,
but my mind and soul can’t seen to want and end this silly fight,
I have troubles sleeping and breathing so it seems,
to be alone in a world full of sorrys and in betweens,
Keep your knives sharp and your ink in its darkest shade,
for the blood of enemies and friends will soon take its truest shape.

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