I dream in black and white,
A tasteless world - unfeeling.
Tar-like tears alter sight,
And these scars are not healing.
Vacuum screams trivialize our plight,
And caustic memories leave me reeling.
Oh god! Set me free!
Am I a slave to this torment?
Cut me loose so I may flee,
These memories of my descent.
How can I pretend,
These spots are not mine?
Try to blend in,
only aggravating my decline.
I must escape!
To this shame, I must surely yield.
My heart and soul torn agape,
Still I pray this self-contempt can be healed.
Till then I'll dream in black and white.
Awaken in tears, and beg for just a sliver of light...
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