Misery

Black is the night, black is the light, the origin of no colour

The never-ending pit of sorrow and gloom

Dark is the light, dark is the night, a mind trapped in despair

The road to misery paved with horror and doom

Yes. No. Grey. No vision and No sight.

Paralyzed inebriated escapades of a heart untamed, unruled, ungained.

Maybe it’s right, maybe it’s new.

The smell of the unknown, smells of orange and blue, of grey, and of you.

Cars rush by, I wake up and I sleep and at once it’s all a blur

All I can see, can feel and can ever want to be is all the same

It’s all nothing, it’s all just plain.

It’s all just black.