(052) color is lacking and in short supply

i've been lost for too long. what matters? get me out of here because i don't belong here. i can't breathe here, and therefore, i won't last.

too many things are missing. color is lacking and in short supply. no one cares. no one understands. everyone has become robots. i'm just an orphan of a corrupt system in a corrupt existence, but i won't let this epidemic take to me. the world has broken me before but not again. i can't lose. losing is not acceptable to me. spiderwebs and trapdoors. land mines and quicksand. the dreams have ended, and the sun has died a thousand deaths.