taking a backseat to my own life,
white seats black tires
eyes gray from the light,
no emotions, no desire
a prisoner in stripes,
everything is in black and white.
Mr Rorschach says otherwise,
no more fine lines,
blobs of ink dotted along the path of righteousness,
the steel pen doth break the sword.
everything gray
everything grey
who's to say right or wrong,
everything in black and white.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 6:28 PM UTC
taking a backseat to my own life,
white seats black tires
eyes gray from the light,
no emotions, no desire
a prisoner in stripes,
everything is in black and white.
Mr Rorschach says otherwise,
no more fine lines,
blobs of ink dotted along the path of righteousness,
the steel pen doth break the sword.
everything gray
everything grey
who's to say right or wrong,
everything in black and white.
justice is blind
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