How easy it is for me to follow the blind.
For those who have seen the light linger,
on the borders of shadows and darkness, unsteady.
And those who see the world through hollow eyes,
know its nothing but darkness.
And it's ironic.
Finding a colorblind understanding,
a medium between dreariness and bleeding colors.
resolve to shadows and their charred inquisition.
Try to understand and ask yourself...
In a black and white existence,
what shade of gray is the lining of your soul?
