Everything seems so dark,
As tendrils flow from my heart.
Everything around me seems dead,
Because it's so difficult for me to restart.
I paint my clothes black,
To match the color of my eyes.
Can't you see what I've become?
Can't you see this isn't one of my lies?
My life is colored black and nothing but
The color of depression and sorrow.
Fire no longer flows from my footprints,
Just the paint that changes my world for tomorrow.
Nothing looks the same anymore,
And nothing feel like it's right,
I want to find another color not for sorrow,
And maybe to show my life a little light.
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Book / Fantasy
Short Story / Other
Short Story / Science Fiction
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