Black & White

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Everyday is a battle ground. Sweat, tears and blood run me dry. Fighting something that only I can see. One moment everything falls calm and you think it's over but it never is, cause this battle I fight is with a black cat in the dark room.

The silence in the room cannot subside the screeching screams inside my head. I keep begging them to stop but they only grow loud. The crowd in the room only makes me wanna run away, I cannot stand the eyes and noise that follow me places, it's the silence I crave just for a moment. 

I close my eyes to touch the colours of the sky, the beauty is exemplary so the next second I paint it all black. It's the tendency of destroying things that make me happy that confines me. 

Alone, I don't wanna be alone, just longing for a loving hug and a person to share myself with. The extended hand of comfort throws me off my guard, I push it away and run to my cave but I still can't find any peace.   

I want this, no no I don't want that anymore. I love this, let's just burn it down to the ground. I don't wanna feel so lonely, I hate all these people so I turn around. I love blue but black suits me better. There is no grey in my life, always the extremes, it's either black or white but the problem is that they want to coexist.


I'm the white dove in the dark room that wants to fly high and touch the sky. I'm the black cat in the dark room that can't help but destroy. I'm both. I'm none. I'm the battle and there's no escape.

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