Rainbow. . .
How do the colors shine
When we're crying down below?
Are they bragging, are they laughing?
How do they shine?
Why the red,
Why the orange?
Why the fancy colors from a mystery?
Why so high above?
While we're crying down below?
I deserve more, I deserve those colors.
So a ladder would help, right?
A ladder has to help me climb
And touch the perpetual happiness
And wonders of this mystical thing.
Yet, a ladder wasn't enough.
So instead, perhaps I was foolish.
Perhaps I need to think bigger.
It's okay, I'll go get a vehicle and drive towards the rainbow.
Yet, it's so far away.
Mocking me with its happiness,
Mocking me with its joy and colors.
Yellow.
Green.
I want those too.
I want to be happy as well!
Inside I go to grab a higher ladder,
Perhaps then I could touch the colors.
Perhaps then I could see that nature loves me back,
And that she isn't mocking.
Perhaps.
Yet, when I returned with the ladder so much higher,
The colors were gone.
The colors and happiness were all gone--faded.
And so, those colors are fake to me.
There was no red,
Nor green,
Nor blue.
There was only black.
And darkness.
And terror.
My rainbow blooms and shines every night in my cold room.
On the door.
On my ceiling.
Everywhere.
My rainbows are everywhere!
I've achieved happiness!
This is what I want!
I finally have a rainbow!
A rainbow that's so beautiful. . .
So beautiful.
This is my rainbow.
I will never leave it,
I will never leave the happiness I so wished to achieve once before.
I am glad I found this,
This pure dark rainbow in my own room.
Silly me.
I am now content
With this rainbow I have.
My beautiful black rainbow.
How do the colors shine
When we're crying down below?
Are they bragging, are they laughing?
How do they shine?
Why the red,
Why the orange?
Why the fancy colors from a mystery?
Why so high above?
While we're crying down below?
I deserve more, I deserve those colors.
So a ladder would help, right?
A ladder has to help me climb
And touch the perpetual happiness
And wonders of this mystical thing.
Yet, a ladder wasn't enough.
So instead, perhaps I was foolish.
Perhaps I need to think bigger.
It's okay, I'll go get a vehicle and drive towards the rainbow.
Yet, it's so far away.
Mocking me with its happiness,
Mocking me with its joy and colors.
Yellow.
Green.
I want those too.
I want to be happy as well!
Inside I go to grab a higher ladder,
Perhaps then I could touch the colors.
Perhaps then I could see that nature loves me back,
And that she isn't mocking.
Perhaps.
Yet, when I returned with the ladder so much higher,
The colors were gone.
The colors and happiness were all gone--faded.
And so, those colors are fake to me.
There was no red,
Nor green,
Nor blue.
There was only black.
And darkness.
And terror.
My rainbow blooms and shines every night in my cold room.
On the door.
On my ceiling.
Everywhere.
My rainbows are everywhere!
I've achieved happiness!
This is what I want!
I finally have a rainbow!
A rainbow that's so beautiful. . .
So beautiful.
This is my rainbow.
I will never leave it,
I will never leave the happiness I so wished to achieve once before.
I am glad I found this,
This pure dark rainbow in my own room.
Silly me.
I am now content
With this rainbow I have.
My beautiful black rainbow.
