You’re looking at a shell of a man, comfortless and colorblind.
Shades of gray mock your sought after salvation
Staring at your reflection for a trace of blue in each eye
Can you still see the color in your imagination?
Divert your eyes from each pooling tear on my face.
Imitating you in them is a soul dissolving into desperation
You turn and force down your denied disgrace
Can you still see the color in your imagination?
Create a schema to accommodate your conscience.
A delusion to free you from any obligation
Convenient recollections to aid you in your defense
Can you still see the colors in your imagination?
I’m tearing down the walls of your fictional paradise.
Screaming each accusation until you’re trembling in trepidation
I know you fear the knowledge that lives in my eyes.
Can you still see the colors in your imagination?
Clear as day, I see through to the ugly truth,
And I’m here to cure for you your memory’s dissociation.
Veracity: vivid and visible now to you too,
Can you still see the colors in your imagination?
You see the world in shades of gray; I see it in black and white.
Your darkness grows, hiding in hibernation
Never again will you shield that reality from sight.
Can you still see the colors in your imagination?
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