Opening my eyes, I saw only shades of grey melting romantically with black.
Walking down empty roads, I felt only the dead air and cruel violence of those around me.
Breathing in the air, I only felt stings of the poison surrounding and the hatred floating.
Staring at the night skies, I only saw frozen stars lacking interest.
Crawling in my bed, I begged for the attention I so badly desired.
Opening my eyes, I see burning colors around me define my moments in my head.
Walking down busy roads, I feel the soothing breeze and make - believe peaceful seconds.
Breathing in the air, I feel only the dirty air enter my lungs but I filter it with my free spirit.
Staring at the night skies, I see twinkling stars and feel them reflecting in my dark pupils.
Crawling in bed, I give back to those who give in to me.
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Third Eye ( Phase II )
PoetryMoving from Phase I to Phase II, there is an evolution in the point of view of the character. From a dark perspective in the first part to seeing colors and light in the second one, a sense of growth is quite visible. As the character becomes more c...
