I woke up a painter

I go to sleep a bleeder

I paint in my sleep 

Over the canvas in my mind, the truth seeps

Seeps colors of charcoal and grey

Black and white shades 

Anything else is a sanity that I cannot weigh 

No one really understands

To try to wake up in my shoes 

Is too large of a demand

These colors aren't real 

But well, reality isn't even really ideal

I embrace who I am and I learned

These ugly colors, insane cultures

They make me heal

I learned if I believe in it

Insanity can be real 

If I could have it all

I'd have that blood stained brown

I learn the ugly canvas, this mess

This blurr is my crown

Sometimes its hard to breathe

Sometimes I want to disappear within the fingers in my sleeves

But no one else can do it, no one else can control this but me

I can't control my mind

They tell me black and white isn't right

But these other colors 

Are making me colorblind

I blurr in the grey 

Craving for the few shades of sanity on my canvas

To stay

But I am a mess

My brown blood stained crown

Black and White, I am bound

But yet they still clash together

They still make this unknown color

I need to love

This is the mess that I am forever