Literature
Projection
[Verse 1] As I thrust open the doors to your sacrosanct halls, The light behind casts my form onto the floor and walls, Draining out the colours from my skin, shawl, and sleeves, Reminding me of its emptiness and how I want to leave. Fourteen years I lived in your confinement of a home, Where you showered me with riches but never made me feel whole; In exchange for your vain love I had to fall onto your line, Stripping me of my dimensions, turning me into a Blight. But then she came into my world— Through her gateway of sunshine, With her spells of dye, She cast a light into my void; I saw the complexions outside of my plane, I remembered the hues that once rushed through my face, Now I realise the truth, how all the colours you covered me in are fake— This prism feels more like a prison by the day! [Bridge] You can take away the friends that I grew and held so dear, You can take away your kindness and replace it all with fear, You can take away my facets of dimensionality, But