The World Without Color

Hues of bleak dismal
Paint the landscape
I know my destiny
I know the callousness
Of those who spin frivolously
The coin of love
I ware that tattoo
I ware wrinkles on my face
I've been bound and tied

I ware sizzle on my skin
I ware passion in this
Old body
I am stitched together

With chain link

Each time I go into battle
I lose another piece
Yet I still go
A warrior's death wish
Love for me

Is not about love anymore
It's a death wish