we are not what we're supposed to be in a world that devours potential too many just blend in but I still believe there are courageous hearts left I know actions speak louder than words and no hero’s left to hope for so the only way out slowly starts to form in my head
I remember the life that was once in this fireplace and the glass in the dark oak window frames the dusty mirror stares in shades of grey the old grandfather clock, I go and stop its tireless hands
I paint myself in fire and flames, in contrast to all the pale white faces and pitch black eyes turn my life into a beacon for you for you to wake up realize the ember inside and burn what tries to defeat you
the radiant grows, swallows me whole, it burns me, razes the liar's strongholds let me be a beacon for you in this darkness
colours where never true this is our life in monochrome