B/W

It seems as though,
he really wants to know what "life" is,
what it's all about.
Laid so low,
in the afterglow of his mourning.

A boy in shame,
each day's the same,
all his morrows are binded by sorrow.
"Comfort me", this he said to me in his silence.

Created a free world,
there he can never be so alone,
always intoned.
In a reverie where even "Misery" smiles at him.

He really wanna understand why?
If a blind man can see,
why can't he feel that he's been living in colours.
If this can never be,
he might as well be in pure "black & white".