Colors

The world as we see it is black and white,

The world as we know it is torn apart,

Taken by those who do not care

Those who do not care for whom they wish to respect and endure in,

Whom they trust and care for, the upmost and worthy people,

Whom they love.

The ones standing aside, shaking their heads at the suicidial horror,

They know something must be done,

But no, they stand aside, letting the streets fill with agony and pain,

Letting shock and confusion carry out,

Letting the ones they cared for and loved,

Simply ware away, and die off.

The ones who see these things can not only see black and white,

But many shades of gray,

Many, many shades of gray.

They can tell the difference between all of them,

But not say a sound, for they are too shy to feel for them,

For them, the people moan, they scream,

If only they be cured of this disease,

If only they know whose fault it was in the first place.





I stand beside my window,

Eyes wide, sick from the pain of having to look,

Having to look at this ongoing slaughter,

A slaughter most people would call pleasure,

But only for a split second in time,

For they will be gone soon enough.

Some say they can see all colors,

Some say they can see everything,

But it's just a lie, for the world betrays you.



I once dreampt i lived upon a valley,

Next to a curving, curing river,

Cloudy skies, mountains,

And i smiled, thinking how wonderful my life,

Here on Earth would be.

I could have all the things in the world,

And stay happy,

But only for a little bit of time,

For soon i, too, will ware away,

And my belongings will fly away,

Fly to the farthest point of the universe,

My family, my friends, everything.

I would be in hell, screaming out,

God, why didn't i listen?

But i hear not a sound from whom i wish to hear from,

Because i am now disrespected,

Because i stayed with what i had,

I was not willing to give it all up,

For the gift of heaven.

I would be hanging from a limb,

Cut and bruised just as he once was,

If only he may be our savior,

Which now i've realized,



It is possible to live in a place far off, mountains, valleys, rivers,

A place filled with love and compassion,

A place which i can never turn back from,

Because i was willing to give it all up,

Give my family up, give my friends, everything up,

For that one night,

My life flashed before my eyes,

And i died, seeing the world, colorful,

And watching the others,

Which they saw black and white,

Drop to the floor,

And suffer the pain,

Of not knowing the one person who will always stay there,

By your side, in the worst moments,

The one who would cry when you cry,

Would laugh when you laugh,

Would treat you more than a guardian,

More than an angel,

But Him, whom i live for,

Should they have given their life to,

And live for an eternity,

In the place of love, happiness,

Redemption, forgivness, and color.





Heaven.