Standing

I wear black
in its simpleness
I find every patteren, color, twisting shades
My mind finds the hidden in the plain
has I walk down that street alone
I walk hearing a bitter sweet symphony
playing my life
sleepless night accompany by wakeless days
upside down
inside out
Paint splattering the canvas that I have been
painting since the dawn of time
nothing is prefect
but this is all that I know
That I seee
I could change, but whats the point
In the blue gray dawn in the hours between 3 and 7
comfort
no sun and no moon
thoughts coil in my mind of the past and dreaming of tomorrow
so when awoke from my sleepless slummber
living today wont be has bad
looking down on the world I know
I make me
simple girl
in simple black
another face in the crowd
the underlying truth yet to be seen
held in her eyes