My casket's empty,
Open wide.
Laid by its side,
Black and White,
Black and White.

Pitchforks and torches,
Mourning night,
Your dead eyes,
Black and White
Black and White.

No burden on your mind,
Innocence criticize,
Stomping on my chest,
"Black and white!"
"Black and white!"

My voice poisoned,
Unnatural and undesired.
I am drowning in red,
Black and White,
Black and White.

You've gotten silent
You don't reply anymore

What could lead to hours of conversation
Ends with just a sentence or two

Just because you found someone new
Does that mean you'd just leave the past behind

you stole my light
when i told you to stop
and you ignored my red light
and kept going
like my body was undiscovered land
and you were a colonizer.
perhaps my asking you to stop
turned you on
made you hungry.
you looked at me with your hungry eyes
like i was fresh meat
for you to take and have for yourself
ignoring my stop signs
cries
screams
because i am nothing more
than an object to you
made for your manipulation and pleasures.

You went to the garden to pick up a flower,
Poppy, Tulips, but your favourite was the sunflower.
Its shrunken face, dried eyes.
Through its beauty, you were mesmerized.

But what was so alluring about that dying flower?
Unwaterted roots,
Broken stem,
A leaf miners sanctuary.

What were you looking at with your glaring eyes?
The flower or the one you see inside.