A world laid in black and white,
Where it's so easy to tell wrong from right.
This is my canvas, this place you call home,
It is so peaceful and calm.
So add a little green, for envy and jealousy,
Let's see how cruel you can be.
Now a little red, the color of blood,
And anger and passion will come in a flood.
So perhaps some gold flecks, coated in black,
To show that it is hope you lack.
Now some white for cold apathy,
So that you won't stop what I see.
And a little blue would do good,
To show you sadness, you knew I would.
Oh dear, it seems all that is left is two and black,
Except for death, choices you lack.
So spread some depair with a solemn gray,
Leaving despair to stay.
Yellow I think will not do,
For there shall be no happiness for you.
So instead, quiet and creeping,
Death will come, as you are sleeping.
Let the fire consume you.