I understand why the night is feared.
Red's no longer red's
Nor are the blue's any blue
Each thing represented to us by a colour upon the day
Is no longer represented in such a manner
Everything is raw
The blacks and the blurry greys of night
We are faced with the cruel defiant reality
Of the things we see as bright or happy
Everything is shown for what it is
Regardless of it's fake exterior paint job
It's true essence revealed
No longer hidden behind layers of fake paint
Only destined to peel