On days painted with shades of gray,
Reality slowly fades away.
Colors bleed and drip and die,
As piercing echoes fill the sky.
My world is full of perfect dread,
Realizing its all in my head.
Dreams in which I'd rather be trapped,
Than the reality filled with hues that lack,
A certain shade that makes me see
Why it would be great to be me
So stuck in my head
I'd rather stay
Fighting these shadows away...
