I see the world in monochromatic colours
In the hues of black and white
Like things are on repeat everyday
The same blank faces, the same white lies
The same faceless monsters lurking from behind
But as I lose myself in the world of fiction
I can see the colourful highs
I can feel the symphony of vivid details
I can make myself alive

For a moment I can touch it
The grief of losing a loved one, the joy of feeling alive
But as soon as the book ends

It's all black and white
The loss of feelings, the grief it suffice
Will it ever end? I whisper in surprise
With the return of faceless monsters
And a never ending fight...

~Scythe
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