Without Colours

Behold the lack of comprehension
And the laughter of the lamb
Their tales about the frankness
Like honey on a fence
The lust for a complete life
Is strong and never dies
Just taste your inner fire
And let your daemons rise
These dreams are neverending
Yet the dawn is still too cold
Colourful illusions
Like crosses on the back
In the daylight they can’t protect me
Valued prize just ain’t worth to get
The visions of a grey world
I have to realize
My daemons want to trick me
Whispering lethal little lies
But now I know the way I have to walk
Without blood I’m without colours
That little pain, oh so vain
So little price to be accepted again
Sometimes I feel I’m getting old
My long gone daemons taken my soul
A portrait so lifeless, a frame so gray
Renouncement is my chosen faith
The dawn has lost its colours
The rainbow is so grey
The one who still could paint them
You are — so you have to dream