The night seems to be calling ceaselessly
I unlocked my tenderness and my soul was incarcerated
Then I realized how life could be so defenseless
Something delicate and brittle…soulless as this work of art
Glance at me now…so empty and meaningless
I used to be interesting and vibrant, a colorful art
They envy me even show antipathy towards me
Now I’m worst as this colorless and monotonous canvas
They painted me red for they love me but seized me
They brushed me up green for hope and distrusted me
They coated me yellow for freedom but held me for life
Blue for it brings serenity but despised me ‘til the end
It’s difficult to figure out but it’s happening
The colors are fading convincingly and persuasively
This masterpiece is breaking and I’m trailing my sanity behind
Blow me away as I meet this catastrophic conclusion
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