It's dark out here

I paint everything in black and white, No colors left to chase the light. The past, a ghost in shades of gray, The present, lost and drained away.

Hope was a color once, I swear, But now it’s vacant, thin as air. No warmth, no gold, no crimson bright, Just endless days of black and white.

My heart still longs, yet hands stay bare, I search for color, while none is there. A world so close, yet out of sight, A distant dream of warmth and light.

When i die i will embelish and nourish the ground of my grave with this colorful clothes, perfect skin and shiny hair. I've been working hard to accomplish that. Prepare the ground to plant the spoiled seed.

I have nothing less to add then beautiful agony.