There’s no way to explain my
life except to say that it’s
all in black and white.
It’s practically all in a grayscale.
Love; love is a matter of
darkness in my eyes.
It’s a void that people create,
thinking that they’re in love just
to have it eventually filled with lust.
Falling love is like falling into oblivion.
You fall and fall just to keep falling
until you hit rock bottom.
When you land, it’s full of
broken glass and broken hearts.
That’s the story of my life.
Full of voids that are either
empty or have been filled in
by the monster we call lust.
It’s all in black and white.
Full of confusion.
my heart for example,
is just one ******* void
full of absolute oblivion.
At one point it was a close
comparison to the color wheel,
though over the years it’s faded
into complete darkness.