Why do you like to fall for the tricks of your mind?
Why do you like to look at the walls melt at your feet?
Does it relieve you to watch the world fall apart?
It is not the color of wistfulness
It is the color of the earth
And the blood which it sheds
But most of all
The walls that melt are covered in your blood
You substitute happiness with a feeling that makes you feel fictitious
But if I could
I would grab hold of you from the room of crumbling walls and show you…
I would show you the color of the sky as it blushes when it rises to kiss the hills
The color of the sea as envelopes the land
The color of the culture that rolls along the sidewalk
But You only see in black and white
You say it’s to relieve you of your afflictions
Yet you stand in a pile of your body’s debris and refuse to see in technicolor
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