Never In Color

Freshly spawned brain dumps, bleeding grey: Reflections of a mind that wavers thin along the lines that savor pain… Spread across a narcoleptic world you’re in and out as transfused blood oozing at pace upon another hemorrhage, while a goblin cares to entertain a defeated conscience buried within layers of psychosis.

And the you we know it’s through.

My story is a tattered one, of running forward, leaving drama behind, while an open shutter reveals heart, soul and mind; steps from my past, grey memories of dark nights, and pain filled days…

But love, I still believe in.

Faith is blind belief without proof; the basis of religion, a leap of faith in itself that inexorably ends with the dark void of death, for the destiny of all is to crumble into nothingness.