• Through blue vanities and bigotry eyes, Life is a simple word that some humans take for granted.
    We see through one view, and only one view alone.
    This could either grow into a liberal sight or a derision analysis.
    Those whom see with a liberal mind will tolerate and embrace our mistakes. Those whom see with derision will only judge those all around and never accept its essence.
    Though someone's eyes have caused him or her to see a different version of life around themselves, Does it truly give them the right to justified to shun those souls away?
    Tell me, is the human heart perfect enough from your windowless views that block your senses away?
    An animal, a creature with more, less, or equal legs of a human being really makes them seem much different from our flesh and bones?
    Why call it an animal if it breaths, lives, hunts, and raises its own young like any human does.
    We are animals too, in this drifting world of ours.
    You think its unquestionable that we're not, but I beg to differ.
    We strive to live, strive to survive in this industrial planet that surrounds our bodies.
    We make enemies, we make friends, and we live in small packs that we call our 'Family'.
    This place that I live in, its no bigger than my own words.
    My own colors had long faded, Leaving me a blanket of pure white and dullness.
    I'm deeply broken through my bones, While my heart is starting to loss it's flushed coloring.
    Grays fade to whites, pinks fade to pastel slate, and blues vanish into the high skies, covered by shrouded shades.
    My colors are truly broken, And I'm slowly begun to drift into this world of pure blankets of never-ending Florissant lights.