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