I’ve painted images through my minds eye,
Of a colorless world, on this colorful world.

Told stories of forbidden grotesqueness
In an unforbidden society
Of still forbidden loves;
And loveless loves that remain a truth,
But are really lies in this colorful world.

My colorless world is more colorful than this world,
Because although I don’t have a rainbow of life,
I have a lifeline of truths;
Truths created through sin,
But nonsinners of lies;
Even though lies are sins.

This colorless world;
Black and white.
But in this colorful world white hates black;
Abuse and recession upon someone elses succession.
Shut up to speak out in someone else’s favor.

My colorless world has its on voice,
As opposed to this colorful world where one becomes the sound of many;
Suppressed words to suppress realities to hide truths and build on lies.

This colorful world is a lie in itself.
Democracy yet supremist dictatorship,
where we all think we are free;
Think we have voices;
Think we are individuals;
Think we are safe;
Think we’re elite.

But we are nothing, compared to the high ranks of those in the big white house and the five side building.

We create the color, but still we have no color.
My colorless world may have no color, but it has its own voice;
we have our own voice.

The voices of many bring color to this almost blank canvas;
A canvas of forbidden sin;
Sins of truth;
Truths of realities;
Realites of our own.

My colorless world is the truth we have yet to find in this colorful world.

It’s an image we have yet to paint ourselves out of fear of taking color from this colorful world.

My colorless world has something that still exists upon nothing, because it seems I am the only one who wants to paint this world,
and create this world,
and live in this world,
and speak this world.

Until I am joined, this colorless world will only exist in my mind.