Cling

Let me live in a world of black and white,
So that when I bleed my emotions the crimson will just fade to gray.
And the gray will fade to black.
And the black will forget.

Without color, maybe for a moment the dying leaves wouldn't be so ugly.
And maybe the dying hearts, too.
If the sky was gray, then maybe I wouldn't be able to see the clouds, and the soft sounds of rain would come as a surprise.
Then if everything was gray, black would be that much more scary.
And white would be that much more pure.

And your eyes would be the most beautiful shade of gray.

Perhaps I could be weightless, just like blackness.
Perhaps all opposites would become reality, and I would actually enjoy sunny days.
Or perhaps it will all stay the same, and I will just fade to gray.

All the flowers would be white, and the pines black.
And the canyon would all blend,
just like the rest of my colorless emotions.

And life wouldn't be as real.

But I would like that.
Because there is one hell I haven't been able to escape, and it's now.

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Run baby, run as fast as you can.
Run until your shoes are just strips of canvas,
and run until you find the trees.

Run to that world,
of black and white.