In this hell I see
I find my solitude
I call this home sweet home
In this dark imagination
I have my faith
even with an eternally closed door
Never been here before but I feel at home
this dark and warm oasis
where people eat one another, is comfort
Cause every day I walk this town
the darkest colors fill this dump
A speck of blue is kept me astray
I try to paint the world of grey
spit the orange purple green
but all they did is spill red blood
I just hope this black and white area
gets painted by a stroke of white
as we repaint everything and start over again
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 8:27 AM UTC
In this hell I see
I find my solitude
I call this home sweet home
In this dark imagination
I have my faith
even with an eternally closed door
Never been here before but I feel at home
this dark and warm oasis
where people eat one another, is comfort
Cause every day I walk this town
the darkest colors fill this dump
A speck of blue is kept me astray
I try to paint the world of grey
spit the orange purple green
but all they did is spill red blood
I just hope this black and white area
gets painted by a stroke of white
as we repaint everything and start over again