Blue and chrome, make you think of home? Then you must not know what i have known. For two years now, my brain this nightmares home. A child screams, "bring my cousin home". We all know this can't happen. He's passed through to the unknown. A child whispers, "I feel so alone". A shattered soul. Such trauma causes sudden stop of growth. Slowly the spiritual wounds will close. But forced me to evolve, like i was poured from a brand new mold. The thoughts of seuicide, I no longer can hold. So I scream to the heavens, "PLEASE, DON'T CONDEM MY SOUL"!!! I am but a lost child, I didn't know. But my screams fade, and warmth turns to cold.