The shattered skies of my mind bleed rainbows. I follow the ghastly cries of the voices lost; finding solace in melancholy, searching for a remedy to cure my malady. Masked by colours of the rain, the world covers its Grays, every face, a masquerade. I’m blind to the hues now, searching for shadows that once reigned.
Perceptions are deceived by convictions; dreams, chained to expectations and faith, a victim of conversion.