The weak arent saved
no one is ever saved.

Only the strong are permitted to crawl out
The weak though….just lie there.

The weak are forgotten.

Reality is cruel, dreary….

Bleak.

It lacks color.

Only a black abyss stares back at me.

I crave change.
I crave more than just the blackness.

Color.

Give me color, no matter the choice.
Give me grey, and i'll live in beautiful greys

Just give me color...