Your Beloved Hell Is Not Black And White.

I tried to give you colours to your life
To shine without strife
But you prefered to stay in black and white
A little world so big on the inside
Still, not a darling sight
Because the intensity of non colours hell admires
But only the colours of the fire it adores
Babe, open up to see the wild, the child, the wide.

Your beloved hell loves me more
I am true
All for you
When leaving I never close the door.
Because you know me, I will want more
To abuse like open body dead flesh
I slash
I am free.

Those tons of gray, make your days
and put a spell on me, leashing me
Not reminding of your say(ing)s
Not knowing anymore what is to be away
Set free or take me - be a good man manly
With my heart and mind
I am distrust, I am always afraid.