ColorsColors, colors, colors, colors, colors,They are everywhere, except insideMe, It's grey, dark, bleak, frightening,Negativity at every turn, Hope mustBe repressed, Squelched, To avoid tooMuch confliction, So shadows ruleMy land of horrors, Towns empty, CitiesCrowded, Fields bare and theDead wander forever, Aimlessly searching forRights they lost, Privileges stolen, SeekingSecurity and friends now gone, AllIs lost in this world gone to hell,But even hell has its limits, TheWorld I once cherished and protectedAs its ruler is wasting, My heartAnd soul are evenly connected to thisEndlessly drifting land, So forever IWill sought out truth and answers,To once again rise out of the ground,And be whole and alive once more.
This Is the Story of a Girl"The Mind Inside Is Like A World Without Sunshine."Night is forever and always. However, he now dying world was once alive and thriving with innocent energy. This story I tell is the once wonderful world we sought to survive and love in.Once upon a merry time there lived a cute, young, happy-go-lucky princess. The maidens and other young people who never grew old envied her rebellious spunk and yet beautiful nature.She was cherished and beloved by all, however none as close as her young, slightly older brother, the greatest knight of the round table, Sir Lancelot. An ebony black hedgehog with red stripes, golden armor and a serious attitude.Though he the knight and princess the ruler, he guided her with soft touch and gentle voice.The princess' Lord was like no other! He was the greatest magician alive, also known as her personal playmate at times. Lord Dusk was hardly as serious as Sir Lancelot, simply more stern and reserved.The princess, known by all as "her majesty" or "her h