Tales of the damned

What would you do
If in your life was no color, just black and white?
What would you do
If at your side was a chasm, too blank and wide?

It's dark and dusk, and you wanted to hit the bottom

What would you do
With a open hand holding your heart?
What would you do
With a loaded gun pointed to your head?

It's old and cold, and your finger was firmly tied to the trigger

What would you do
If the sun was just too bright?
What would you do
If you were saner in the dark?

It's dazzling and deafening, and the night were safer than the light

What would you do
With your neck hung in some ancient tree?
What would you do
With your feet relenting to touch the ground?

It's cramped and choked, you changed your mind, you wanted to reach the floor

What would you do
If the world you were living would fade in just a sigh?
What would you do
If the world you were living was just a lie?

It's fake and fallacious, and it never existed