Sitting in this room alone,
Running though my head.
Playing out scenarios,
Where I am happily dead.
...You see,
I fuking hate this world,
I am eternally alone.
I was never meant to be,
Especially upon a test tube throne.
...In my world,
Everything around me,
Has always been ruled by a dull gray.
This color pallet has choosen,
I am where it wants to stay.
...Since I let it in,
Maybe I am the one to blame,
But I feel nothing... Not even shame.
For this is who I am; who it wants me to be.
My brain has been possessed with gray,
Possessing these masochistic tendencies.
...Now,
Does this make me a sadistic fuk?
Or has my mind just simply given up?
...And,
Even with these questions asked,
You will never know the truth.
Since there is merely not enough proof.
...In the end,
One day someone else will come along,
Proving the "rights" before, now as "wrong".
So how can a human rightful judge another to such a degree?
To the point where they are no longer free?
