When you close your eyes do you see black,
or brilliant colors violently attack? When you look at them can you relate, or just as soon start locking up the gate? When you paint that room, do you feel blue covering up the walls that sheltered you? And when you take that road do you think back to the day when everything went black? Really, you’ll never see anything besides the way you imagine the things that surround you to be. When you cross that line do you feel fear, or are you left unfazed and thinking clear? And when you see your chance will you hold back, or give in to your instincts and attack?