Colours
I want to be surrounded by my purple walls
My heart broke when they turned to grey
The monsters in my soul and all around, it calls
It wakes them up and here forces them to stay
They used to be so tame
Because the purple was protection
My weaponry of which I should be so ashamed
As I am to submit to the imminent infection
I buy my freedom, happiness, respect
There is no other way for me I guess
If i had less, it would just everything affect
It would have been a total mess!
That I would hate, I would abhor
If I would lose it all
And it might turn me into a cheap whore
Like those around me, born to sell their souls
Their souls, their bodies and their dreams
It is the way it works round here
Submitting to the One and Only`s whims
So many rules to which you must adhere
An avalanche of purple stars released into the air
Fills the gloomy scary void, a vortex it creates and love it stores,
Inspires broken, heavy hearts, engulfs with care
And sends the monsters to some distant shores
They stay away, they know their place
They turn to stone, sometimes to dust
Sometimes to pussycats, that after toys would chase
They would no doubt to their destiny adjust
In past tense this should have been told
Cause colourless are now the skies, the sea, the ground
The monsters are at large, despite the cold
Invoked by greyness, darkness; freedom they just found!
They are coming after me
I can feel the thumping of their feet
The ground is shaking, boulders rolling down, and sprees
Holes opening up to swallow me
The fright of the impending terrible disaster
It buries me, surreal but well-known
Dormant, it`s awaking faster
It`s happening again, I should have known
Large yellow crooked teeth are glistening into the sun
Saliva dripping down, fierce eyes open wide
I should be warmly welcoming the guns
The roar tears down everything inside
Would it hurt if i erased myself, I wonder
My colours they are gone
I`m only space defined by distorted contours
It`s what is left to do, lets get it done!
If I can get erased before they reach me
I`d be invisible, untouchable, like air
One thing that colourlessness could teach me
Was that nobody, just nobody, would ever care
My contours take a lot of space
The emptiness enormous that resides within
I wouldn't mind if they got erased
It would give me safety, a place I`ve never been
But would it be? Or not?
Who makes decisions here?
I know it is my job
To be eaten up, torn apart, made to disappear!
An imperfect drawing, is all that I would ever be
Done by someone who can hardly hold a pen
I`be been waiting all the time for someone to erase me
Because they did a lousy job, with an expensive pen!
And I`ve been looking at my watch for years
Nobody has come to me with an eraser
Nobody has either brought me colours here
Should I colour me? Erase me? Or should I face them?
The monsters on their way
Their putrid breath I feel on me from this huge distance
I need my colours, even though faded away
Or they would further distort my contours without resistance
Where do I get the colours from? What do I do?
How do I create them here from scratch?
It must be really very cool
To be like that so colourful, a real catch!
Then everyone would run to you
The A4 beautiful example of perfection
You`d be the star, so popular, the hero true
So worthy of affection!
I am a back-up, just a draft
The paper I was drawn on - crumbled, thrown away
You claimed this to be your craft
You decide who would be colourful and who would fade away
I never had the colours, never did
Every time I tried some colouring
You threw away my palette, and you hid
All brushes. Colours are so damn empowering!
Is it ok this way? You kindly ask
Although you blame me for the lack of colour
My job is to agree with you, on every task
You remind me that I have no choice each hour
You want me to be powerless and tame
Susceptible to monsters and infections
Otherwise, how would you claim
Your twisted power and perfection?
I`m tired and I want you to erase me
My lines, contorted in a painful pattern
The monsters then will stop to chase me
Please, address this pressing matter!
The colours from me they were drained
I am unarmed and helpless, it appears
Everyone expects the monsters to be slain
And asks me “what`s your problem here?”
You took my colours and my soul
You wanted to see how it would go
As an experiment, would I still stand tall?
Or would I crumble into the unknown?
A game so tiresome, deprived of ethics
The mockery, the threats, that you call care
You play your role so well, you are pathetic!
Nothing in the world would make it up to me or make it fair
I wish you could erase my lines, I `m brave
Then you would have truly done your share
You could fold them into a shape of grave
Where you would go to show the world you cared
There won`be colours here for me
You want them all for you, I see
You claim such hunger, thirst, being unfit
So you steal, you feel entitled to it
My purple walls are gone
The memory of them remains so clear
Would I be able to build a new protected home
Or would I let you just erase me here?
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