Colorblind Poem by Lunar Aires

Gray, white and black

It's a perfect painting if you look at it long enough

The monotone colors of the diseased mind

When emotions go out the window

When they've been shut off by a switch

And you auto pilot on primal instincts

They keep you alive

In a state of crises

Colorblind is the perfect state

For a heart that has closed itself to everyone

But wishes so much to see the perfect light

And the colors of the rainbow