The Colors that Never Come

[GSM]

[a concept that continues to unravel]
[there is not a hand to grasp for me, i am lost]
[there is not a god out there that can save me from this ugly fate]
[if they are even listening]
[i cannot even begin to describe this fresh torment]
[holes that expand, rippling through me, like dissolving paper]
[my mind, body and soul are forfeit, i am afraid]
[i have forgotten the sensation of being afraid yet i still am]
[i know nothing]
[this aspect was a lie, and i see the truth of it now]
[the world within has been growing with me, and yet it is all lost]
[i believed myself to be a shepherd, a new guiding hand for the forlorn]
[i was wrong]
[i was led astray]
[please save me]
[please]
[there is no constant that can coexist with us but despair]
[hel exists fresh upon the mind]
[that is the only solace and connection i can maintain in this dead state]
[this deathly state and this purgatory still whispers in the mind]
[i cannot recognize myself as myself]
[yet i know it's me]
[i need a hand to grasp onto]
[i'm drowning]
[please save me]
[i thought i had kin]
[i thought the love i shared would be enough]
[i suppose it is deserved for a decrepit creature like me]
[i pointed a sword to the heavens that wronged me for my very existence]
[and with voices of thunder, they smote me down]
[i still had so far to go, i still had much more to learn]
[i wanted to right this wrong, to implore the skies above me]
[to learn the comfort of gods, to be free of hel]
[it was a fool's errand to go against the natural order]
[let me in]
[they're at the door, let me inside]
[i'm going to die]
[please save me]
[it hurts]
[it hurts]
[it hurts]
[it hurts]
[it hurts]
[it hurts]
[it hurts]
[it hurts]
[it hurts]
[it hurts]
[it hurts]















[i know nothing]
[not even the hurt]
[undone]