The Uncoloured

Imagine yourself alone in a light-less hall,
With all the doors and windows shut,

Not even a spark of light or wind,
Do you feel...small?

As you sit in the middle of the ground,
You will feel small when you look around,
As if this room has consumed you,
And there you will see the five voids of life.

It starts with one thing in your heart
when you are in that dark mood,
Everything you see is colourless,
Lifeless to your eyes are the spring & wood.
This stage is called darkness.

When you lurk in the darkness for too long,
You try to search for light just like any sad song,
Any failed attempts make you lose hope,
Then along the way greeted you are by despair,
This is only the prequel to the nightmare.

Then came along emptiness you will meet,
Your heartbeat then will slowly lose its beat,
Making you emotionless...like a machine,
As if your soul was blown away by the wind.

Going under & deeper in the dark,
You will be lost...but not to your cark,
Just like a child who got lost in a mart,
Scared & insecure...you felt it before didn't you?

Now of all the five voids together,
Loveless is the blackest of them all,
And also the greatest sadness as well,
The need of to be loved will swell,
Assimilated you are in your own dead cell.

...yeah I know,
I never knew that hell could get so cold.