Black, Brown and White.

Black, Brown and White.


How does it feel out there?
When the night is freezing cold,
With loneliness and despair,
Watching life's story unfold.

Everyday aimlessly,
Finding the warmest spot,
It is terribly,
The only goal you've got.

Repeated after roosters crow,
Trapped in your prison,
Looking forward to show,
Life's fabricated reason.

Although sadness in routine,
You still love me,
The misery you've ever seen,
Cursed with loyalty.



Love,
Nicholas.