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Jun 2014
In the world, conflicts are strong
In this world, there's so much that's wrong
In our world, no one is giving
And in my world, nothing is living

My world is plain,
A simple black and white
All is monotonous with disdain
And then you came into my sight

My world burst with life
Rainbows and no strife
All my wishes were coming true
All of this because of you

We journeyed together
Continuing with our lives
Unaware of what awaited us
On the other side

The moonlight shone bright
And though the stars were dim
I could see what reality did to you
In that pool of red you laid in

Your hands were cold
Clutched to the blade that pierced our souls
For you were leaving this world of colour
Bringing it back into darkness but now with three colours

Black

The colour of my sorrow
My soul could no longer stay pure
There's nothing left to live for
Because I had lost my light

It is a chore
A curse, a suffering
I want to end it all with the very same blade
But I know you would want me to stay strong

White

When I go back in time
Thinking about summertime
When we danced with joy and laughter in our eyes
As our lips clash, knowing that you're there will suffice

For meeting you in dreams
Whenever I manage to escape from reality
I run to you, arms wide open
But my arms close into empty space

Red

Like all the light,
There are also darkness
Like the nights that I cry in my sleep
Awaking to the smell and feel of blood

My arms are sticky and my eyes are red
Bloodshot, exhausted and depressed all over again
Every day, I go through this grief
Now I hold my weapon, trembling beyond belief

I'm sorry for disobeying your final wish
That I wouldn't take my own life
But now listen to my death wish
There is no longer any point in life

Because with your soul leaving this godforsaken world
You took my heart and my spirit
Along with my world.
ClockworkGrenade
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ClockworkGrenade  In the depths of hell
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