Why do I see color in chaos
Is it to hide my bleeding mind,
Or to glorify my monotonous life?
I wonder if I would ever stop staring
into the unknown,see past the
deadly beauty,and find real colors
to paint my existence.
I open my eyes,it's always so colorful
I open my heart,but I see white.
Should I paint,
but I'm afraid it will stain.
So I trap my heart, open my eyes and
gaze at the colors dazzling across,
Unable to move,till my heart stops.