Blackest ocean blues, crystalline cherry crimson,
Vibrant hues of violet, glimmering and shimmering gold
I hate them all.
They don't fit the mold.
Our world, our society
Is pure black and white.
A midnight sky,
Or a fluorescent light.
Not even a single smudge of gray can be seen
In this sad excuse for a civilization.
If only we could bring back color
And repaint our nation.
Too much black and white,
Not enough red.
I'd hate to say it's too late,
But it seems blue has gone to bed.
What did you expect?
You'd be able to paint a masterpiece
Of the mess surrounding us?
You can still pretend the colors exist, at least.
But one artist
Will never be enough
To fill the canvas,
To replenish the love.
Besides, the paint ran out of "t"
We're only left with pain,
A Black Sea,
And white rain.
