What's your price?
My mind is a dimly lit corridor.
I love the colors but I hate the damned war.
A light orange and sickly sweet purple splash upon my walls
As a kaleidoscopic dance paints in swirls the ceiling of my faults.
You can capitalize your worries
And scream at me your frustrations,
But the cards we are dealt hold true
Until you up the ante
By walking away.