With the infatuation that digs deeply into my confidence,
A slice of esteem is consumed by the power of your game,
Thoughts are useless and to be treated with ultimate
suspicion,
Maybe my body understands why I cringe at your name,
Entrapped in the insanity of a world that's been painted
grey,
I surrender silently to the defiance of my heart,
Thrown wildly about within the logic that fights to restore
barriers,
Standing under water I remember how I used to play this
part,
A curious yet familiar craving overwhelms me with need,
And the silver releases a pain that I can really feel,
Bleeding away the replenished hurt of your greed,
I can see colour and the world is still real.