Black

I bleed it through my wrists
I paint it on my nails
I display it on my clothes
I color it on my heart
Black Three bands combined as one
The center nearly breaking
Reminds me of the way i used to feel
Black I do not dare take it off
In fear that i might have to face the world
I am to a certain degree safe
No one knows the meaning behind this
No one notices this
No one but me and if by some chance someone does
It simply resembles tacky teenage fashion
Although I've tried to return and banish it
I could not rid myself of it
I cry my way into dreams
But now it is to late
The curse has already begun
This is my identity
I can only cry relentlessly
Black It chips away at my soul
It comforts my heart
It constricts my life

Chains

Black stains the curtains
that are now compressed by the shadows
Leaving an incredible scar It is held down by uncontrollable forces
This makes it difficult to avoid choices something that appears as though it is not only waiting to give up what was fought
While the dark and daring air calms the raw emotions

My soul begins its journey the raging silence has never bruised me before and now it fills me with vast pain
This leads me to believe

That it is about to rain splash, splash
The way that my tears may keep me sane
He pulled away and lost his fame
Refused to take the blame

Waited for the me
Without the strength
Who would give up everything
In great length

Understanding to compete with lies
Pursuing fear in this madness
I am attached to this monster
That controls my every breath
I am able to bleed drip, drip but there is no blood I am not compelled to move on
I am nothing[
It feels as though my feet have been detached from my legs my hands have been removed from my arms and my face has been wiped off
It is almost as if I am dead

The string that holds me together has been split into two pieces
One which runs in circles
While the other that wanders throughout
It is searching for the real reason
Before the time of new season

Swirling in the comfort of my twirling prying only to accept the crying
The journey must soon come to an end only time is left to discover
White covers the walls that we want to remain hidden
While silently they waste away into the background