The monochrome colours have collided.
Those stones have never looked so cold, stained in black and gray.
I walk around,
I spin around.
That blue sky is nothing but plain white now.
The colour is gone and no matter how many times I ask the floating people around.
I never get an answer,
I never hear a sound.
The slapping noises of my bare feet hitting the rocks on the ground, disappeared.
There's no glare in my eyes,
No sun to cover from.
There's no stairway,
There's no highway.
We're all just floating around, giving up even on what little we've found.
I walked around,
I spinned around.
Do you hear that sound?
It's nonexistent now.
I placed my hands over the cold stone, stuck over something so far underground, they can't remember now.
I'm no longer human,
But that's no one else to blame but myself.
