Faded blackness.

I once had a normal door, it's been painted black
All color now is gone, all is burned to black
Stick figures move on by, robots in gaudy clothes,
My eyes glued open to see black in every pose.

I cross the line of life and it's been crushed to dust,
Hatred of all my kind, society finds it must,
The people turn their heads, angry faces show dismay,
They wish that they could kill, but the law says "not today."

I've been divorced from life, for all I am is black,
The red door yet burns for me, the fire inside is back.

Perhaps when I am dead, the wheel will run away,
The dam is broken then, and Useless Feeders will be made to pay.

No more will what I see possess green and blue,
This will not happen if some way you are found true
If I can hide well enough, beneath the darkened sky,
Then people can ignore what I am, and call my kind a lie.

I once had a normal door, it's been painted black
All color now is gone, all is burned to black
Stick figures move on by, robots in gaudy clothes,
My eyes glued open to see black in every pose.

Choking sounds as the chemical straightjacket tightens slowly. It's
goal is erasure: silent, clincally clean, yet still as deadly as the
Ovens of Birkenau.

They want me painted, a corpse painted black,
Fiend from hell, chosen role.
My kind blotted out utterly, without mercy, no relent.
They want me painted, Lynched, Murdered, tainted, evil, black
Noooo!