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As black as black.
I see the world in a distorted way, black as black, every day.
Colour has disappeared from my sight, all I feel is this awful fright,
I have a scar from which it’s made; I cover it up, being vain.
No one knows how I feel; I hide it using an invisible shield.
If only they knew my pain inside, sometimes I wish I would die.
It comes and goes, getting stronger; I have no power of it longer.
I am sick of fighting every day; a constant battle is what I dismay.
In my dreams I am free, I am free, and this dread is not tracking me.
I see colour, I see light; I see peace within my life. The fear is gone once again,
I have hope, a lost old friend.
But then a knocking at the door, a familiar noise I have heard before.
I then awake it’s my alarm, realities back with all its charms.
I feel that chocking within my throat, its back to haunt me like a ghost.
It’s reality a distorted hoax.
