Black, White my life is a color of scenes.

Red, Green, heartache and jealosy.

How do I find the faith to percive,

What you say is true?

Distant thoughts fill up my mind with your words

True? No! Bed, tangled sheets, looking for dawn.

 Sleeping, Sighing, I can see it in your eyes

What you say is wrong.

Splashing, tearing, ripping a canvas in half.

   -broken down crying-

Seeing gray though the shards of canvas glass.

But as I walk among the ashes,

 Of a swiftly tilting planet,

I sing among the highest of the high.

And yet when the day is done,

I can feel the clashes, of not keeping my eyes on the prize.

So I wander on my feet and never notice,

Cry with my eyes and never feel the pain.

Wake to a new day hopeful, and still lies the monster to be slain.