Mix Tape

Life as I know it has changed for the worst.

Not knowing the future brings thirst

For I am thirsting for colours.

Instead I am stuck in a black and white film

That is for sure a tragic realm,

And I can sense my body shutting down.

Out in the distance of where I lay in the dark path

I hear a mouth full of wrath

Which brought me back to life.

I look around to see faces passing me

Not letting eyes to see

A friendless maid.

But something caught my attention

And my brain looks for comprehension.

I walk down the street

To find this source in discreet.

I see another friendless man

Sitting a top of a watering can.

As I come closer he sees me.

I see a tape in his hand

That says a name of a rock band.

He offeres me a seat

And offeres me a piece of cooked cow meat

And plays the tape.

The black and white realm

Fails to undewhelm.

I see colours that were vanished before

And are now pouring from my core

That has made this mix tape

My salvation.