Middleground

Colors become pathetic

As I lose hope in the aesthetic

The grey sinks its teeth into my skin

I feel my organs screaming within

So deafening, I can't ignore

So deafening, I fall to the floor

Waiting for a relapse

But this is my end perhaps

It's my beginning

Colors become pathetic

As I lose hope in the aesthetic

Constant sorrow, never ending

Is this the end or the beginning?

So deafening I can't ignore

So deafening I fall to the floor

Waiting for a relapse

But this is my end perhaps

It's my beginning