C h a o s

I can't explain the black and white seas of my soul So you won't understand why your colourful skies doesn't change them I can't explain my mind of heavy storms and wild chaos So you won't understand why your sunny climates never tingle them a little bit

But I can tell you... That I believe I am colour blind Because my rainbows have been swallowed by my angry seas That I believe I am winter Because my brightness has been destroyed by my destructive thoughts I lost them