Vivid rainbows, ruined by pride, Colors once pure now faded and fried. They shimmer false hopes, that blind the weak, The truth cuts deep, I let it speak. The blackened rainbow, it calls my name, Born from light, but forged in pain. No painted promise, no sweetened disguise, Just harsh reflection, no more lies. Dimmed rays bend in a tarnished display, I walk that line where dreams decay. Not seeking comfort, not their creed, I plant my will, I let it bleed. No more colors to keep me bound, No false gods, no hollow sound. The prism cracked, the storm revealed, A darker truth I long concealed. The blackened rainbow, now my guide, No mask of hope, no need to hide. Independent by nature, fierce and real, I own the scars they tried to heal. Let the spectrum fade away, Let the light succumb to gray. From the ashes, I will stand, With blackened colors in my hand. Take me to the end, where the colors die, Where peace is buried and good souls lie. The blackened rainbow breaks the sky, At its end, my truth will lie.
