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Old 07-31-2019, 08:22 PM   #2
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Manic Depression: Colorized

I see trees of green, red roses too...

Flowers blooming, babies born, the sun splitting the sky
I was just an innocent guy with a glint in his eye
Nature was my stimulant..I'd sit with it and get high
The vividness that flowed in my veins had broken the chains
I saw...Vesuvius roasting in flames, Lions roaming the plains
I'd fly places, or climb dangerous hills and see migrations of wildebeest
My brain a divine place, vivacious with inner peace
A mix of divine grace and some synergy...
I took it all to heart...no cliques and no factions...the hate's stupid
We are not apart...just different adaptions of the same blueprint
If I called you my brother you might taunt me as strange
But if you saw what I saw you would call me the same
I was flying with eagles, and hunting with sharks
And then, out of nowhere...all at once...
...it was dark.

Now...even on the brightest day the sky is grey
my mind's a maze, I cry and pray
To find a ray inside this haze
But...my fight is vague, I've lost the bout
I took my hope and tossed it out
Shook the boat and made it sink
Took the rose and made it stink
I'm backing down, I should have known
I'd lose the throne and crack the crown
There's no connection...hopeless, wretched
Floating in the ocean of a souls reflection
I call for help...there's no reception
All that's left is cold depression
I feel...lazy...I'm...defenseless...small
It may be time to end it all
My life is dull, it serves no purpose
It's just a dreary burden, worthless
I run a bath...I watch it fill
And I remember...how once I promised not to kill
Yet unafraid, I climb right in
And shove the blade inside my skin
And as the vibrant crimson pours
I feel delight within once more
The colour grants me sweet release
As I float away in gleeful peace

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
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