Within all Lost Souls
Monstrosity looms inside
Clawing, Consuming

Making you question
Black, and, Gray, and White Spaces
Where do you fall in?

Hope looms inside too
And you see a Splattered room
Black, and Gray, and White

Hope, Monstrosity
In the recess of your brain
Which Perspective Wins?

Determinate by
Blots surrounding you, us, in
Our day-to-day lives