See the world go by,
Rich with bliss,
A brush dipped in pure color.

I'm the only one drowning,
Bleached of all happiness,
Dripping black and white.

Whited out.
Different.
Alone.

Drops Will Form a Puddle.

Before,
I was living in
Black and white.

Now,
I'm living in
Bright, vivid colors.

Back then,
I always kept everything
sealed up.

Right now,
I'm letting it all out,
One drop at a time.

Now.
Soon the drops will form a puddle,
An ocean.

Of my own blood.