My world is black and white,

Some people wrong, some people right,

It’s simple.

This wretched duality,

Is the only thing that has some simplicity,

In the expanse of my mind.

Assuming that there’s only night,

That there is no right,

I protect myself.

The Judge has the mind that connects,

To my hands and my regrets,

I’m left.

Reality is a complex gray,

That’s why I refuse it, and stay,

In my special Hell.

Here I am refusing,

Throwing out and re-using,

These people.

Forgive me, I’m all black,

I cannot take it all back,

Take me.

My mind of love and hate,

Allows me to discriminate,

They forget me.

My world is black and white,

Some people wrong, some people right,

It’s simple.