The world, the norms, these people
Mechanized, synchronized, too perfectly fit,
Living corpses all around
Who know nothing beyond black and white.
“What about me?” grey asks.
Why is white peaceful, black ugly and grey oblivion?
I exist.
I do.
I am.
I have.
In the room of your mind where where the door is white and walls are black
Look at the colour of the ground under your feet.
It’s all me, it’s all grey.
Sit there and consume me,
Think about me, sleep with me
And you will be alive.
Grey is confusion
Grey is chaos
Grey is a beautiful mess,
I am grey and so is my mind.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
The world, the norms, these people
Mechanized, synchronized, too perfectly fit,
Living corpses all around
Who know nothing beyond black and white.
“What about me?” grey asks.
Why is white peaceful, black ugly and grey oblivion?
I exist.
I do.
I am.
I have.
In the room of your mind where where the door is white and walls are black
Look at the colour of the ground under your feet.
It’s all me, it’s all grey.
Sit there and consume me,
Think about me, sleep with me
And you will be alive.
Grey is confusion
Grey is chaos
Grey is a beautiful mess,
I am grey and so is my mind.
