I stand above on this cliff,
Before me, a legion of colour.
As they march continuously, endlessly.
I demand them to stop, to become stiff,
Their colours, to fade in my land of grey.
For I can’t rest till they’re all grey.
My cries fall on Death’s ears.
Their power impossible to the light.
And the colours continue forward.
Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 8:44 AM UTC
I stand above on this cliff,
Before me, a legion of colour.
As they march continuously, endlessly.
I demand them to stop, to become stiff,
Their colours, to fade in my land of grey.
For I can’t rest till they’re all grey.
My cries fall on Death’s ears.
Their power impossible to the light.
And the colours continue forward.
I saw a red door and wanted it painted black.
