You read, you write, you fail to connect, I am the chapter you erased.
No meaning to these blank spaces, for a character comfortably depressed.
You brought colors of black and white.
The story continues without my sight.
My existence down to rock bottom.
I’ve been wanting to feel but I’m numb.
A part of you lives happily inside my head.
While in reality, its written off dead
You can describe me by the color of air.
You’re here trying to find what was never there.
I was love, now I’m hate.
And now I travel in my hearse directed by your cruel fate.