give me some color

I’ve awakened from a stiff breathed gray clouded dream

Seeing as the observer amused by thick lies

To you, to who- makes you redeemed?

That saving comes, from the soul behind your eyes

I’ve awakened from a throat grabbing thorn scratching dream

In a rigid world of other’s rules comply

To you, to what- are you deceived

Drink from the mirage in the desert dry

I’ve awakened from a crusted eyed blood dripping dream

Where hypocrites tell you to give and they take

To you, to where- are you found to be

In the mouth of the beast that starts to concave

I’ve awakened from a swampy and mildew soured dream

And continue to awaken, lucid in the night

To myself, to when- fire flows in streams

Give me some color, it isn’t black and white

Alynne Rose