When I was young, I decided
I ought to keep track
Of what color I felt like.
Nowadays I feel black.
My mind is this color,
And so is my heart.
Black is all you would find
If you ripped me apart.
And I am ripped apart
Every single day.
You ask me why I feel black?
You made me this way.
I was drained of my vibrance
By your very hand.
And now all that's inside me
Is black ash and sand.
Now there is one more question
I'd like to pursue.
Of all the colors you see,
Which color are you?
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
When I was young, I decided
I ought to keep track
Of what color I felt like.
Nowadays I feel black.
My mind is this color,
And so is my heart.
Black is all you would find
If you ripped me apart.
And I am ripped apart
Every single day.
You ask me why I feel black?
You made me this way.
I was drained of my vibrance
By your very hand.
And now all that's inside me
Is black ash and sand.
Now there is one more question
I'd like to pursue.
Of all the colors you see,
Which color are you?
