Between the lines of hollow faiths,
I offer my mind to the saving grace.
Of empty words and bitter lies,
I spend my time searching for subtle signs.

Between the lines of tempting truths,
I offer my soul to the saving grace.
Bless this child whose heart is pure,
To avoid the grasps of those impure.

Between the lines of meaningless deaths,
I offer my body to the saving grace.
Give me strength to escape this hold,
That of which had been mistaken for a passionate embrace.

Between the lines of the words untold,
I offer my self to the great unknown.

i don't really view the world as gray.
it's more like;
a series of monochrome days.

colors.
i know what they are;
but that doesn't guarantee that;
i understand what they mean.

i live through the eyes of other people.
i want to know.
i want to understand.
i want to see what i know they have.

because I feel nothing.
i have no opinions.
i have no ideas.
i have no confidence.

some days;
all I know is green.
not balance nor neutrality;
just envy;
pure perverse acidicity.

when I get furious,
i don't really see red.
i see black;
because I've probably ;
fainted from the shock.