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As the colors turn to grey

 Savor the sigh of relief

 There were woes aplenty

 Yet I asked for none of them

 Hindered by this poisoned shell

 That goes against itself

 I ponder my ways, the wrongs I did

 With karma to burn I cannot yield

 Oceans of sickness and despair flow and form streams ever free

 A sea of endless colors fills this black and white that was me

 Now speak, pain, my ever present friend

 Speak the words that let me rest assured

 My choice is the right one and not one of haste

 I have contemplated this for unbearable years

 My body is my temple

 My temple has been ransacked

 First it chokes me, then it burns my heart

 All the bitterness in there, for all to see

 Hail pain, the ever present friend

 That lets me know there is still one day more

 Oceans of sickness and despair flow and form streams ever free

 A sea of endless colors fills this black and white that was me

 Oceans of sickness and despair flow and form streams ever free

 A sea of endless colors fills this black and white that was me