PT. 1
Just like someone born into a prison cell
You’ve no idea even of white and black
In front of your eyes, there’s only gray
There’s so much more going on than you can tell
But your way of life only serves to set you back
You’re too far beyond a sunny day
So far that you think that that is hell
The light seeping through the cracks
PT. 2
Without darkness
There is nothing
And without madness
You do not exist
How does the light evade your eyes…
When it nearly consumes you?
You can still capture that sunny day
That light seeping through the cracks
Why do you not try to escape…
From this cell, from yourself?
Call it hell, because it doesn’t exist
Without heaven
Without darkness
There is nothing
Without you
There is no light
I'm still working on part 2, but I'm very happy with where it's going. Thank you for reading.