A Man, A Case, A Choice

Grey scale buildings line the streets,

Gradually becoming nothing more than nothing,

All evaporating into a blur of bland feelings.

This town has no soul, it’s in the dark,

Hopelessly pretending that it is satisfied, that it doesn’t need a soul.

A Man, a case, a choice.

Demons lurk around every corner, waiting to nullify another mind,

To train another zombie that would wait for a Father that would seemingly never come.

One Man saw this world, in all its imperfections and knew that it was perfect,

He sat at his desk, chained to himself, pondering what was inside.

A Man, a Case, a choice.

Overwhelming, so powerful, His mind had become free.

Inside the Case, a brush, and a few bottles of paint.

He made a Choice, one that only a handful of others Were brave enough to make.

He sat down, quietly stirring in His mind, and began to paint a picture.

A Man, a Case, a Choice.