I'm seeing everything in black and white,
no grays, no room to put up a fight
to prove that the sun's rays can pierce this night
but they won't, seemingly out of spite.
Reaching for something to end this hibernation,
something to cure the lack of sensation,
what can pull me out of my sedation,
and bring some color to the situation?
Then I remember that forbidden friend,
the one who will bring the darkness to its end,
let the colors show, let the action begin,
you just might be the most beautiful sin.
The neutrals come melting off the walls
with all existence at my beck and call,
darkest corners become golden halls
with regards to the most tempting mistress of all.
Control is lost, but who's to blame?
I ask, you heard, I called, you came,
seeking no glory, feeling no shame,
adrenaline is the hydrid's name.
Laying there lifeless on the ground,
all the colors have been turned around,
after flying up among the clouds
it's never been harder to come back down.
You're staring me down, I return a glance,
and you've requested one more dance,
my mind screams 'NO!', but the addicted soul implores,
you always have me crawling right back for more.
