Shades Of Grey
It never is black and white
It's not good or evil
You can use something considered evil
For the purpose of good
You can use something considered good
For the purpose of evil
Dose the means justify the ends
There is never just black and white,
Good or evil
It is everything in between
It's all 'Shades of Grey'.
Cold, so cold. It's dark and silent, pierced by the constant mindless babbles from the other prisoners in their dreams. I feel so alone, it's almost deafening. I can feel the cold and indifference from my surroundings seeping into my heart, it's scaring me. I'm afraid but there's no one to help me, comfort me. I'd never admit it to anyone but it would be nice to know that someone was there, caring.
I would have never of guessed that this is where I would end up at the end of all this. It's changed me so much; even my closest of friends would have trouble recognizing me that is if they were still alive. I'm now not even a shadow of my former self it's disconcerting but it's for the best. Though I've lost all faith in the community, my views have changed drastically. It makes them all seem childish, not seeing past a point and trusting blindly. It's a wonder their still alive, the cowards. It's hard for me to think like them, think like I used to, I'm still trying to figure why I'm here. I can see their reasoning behind all this along with their cowardly but I can't see how they came to their conclusions, I mean surely, this is me their wonder boy, I would have thought they would have at least some conclusion as to my personality, wouldn't they. I could only hope with all my doubt.
So for you I might as well tell you how I ended up in this cold and filthy cell, pondering their conclusions of me and all the if only in my life. Well here it goes...
The was had finally ended three years ago, too many deaths, so much sadness and grieving, so much hate. It had gone on for too long and all those built up feelings had been let out in the final battle. The result was devastating on both sides.
I was left to fulfill a prophecy made by some old fraud of a woman who believed herself to be a true seer. It told me that I had to finish him off, to kill him or be killed by him. I had to be the hero and rid the world of his evil.
It was a hard time that I had to endure through, even after all the training that they had put me through – and that was no picnic – it was so much harder than I could have ever been prepared for. And for all of my efforts, all I got was a pat on the back from the one who was supposed to be looking out for me, the one who pushed me to fulfill the prophecy.
But when my world found out how I rid them of their evil, they turned away from me and put me in jail as if I was a common criminal and not their hero.
Though what was worse was that the one who was supposed to be looking out for me did not speak up, when I was sentenced to 10 years of prison. All because I rid their world of him and his evil and they did not approve of my method. Doesn't the means justify the end. I would have thought so, I mean we were at war, how else did they expect me to fid them of him.
But they all see it in black and white; they don't see all the shades of gray. Its never just simply black or white you cant have one with out the other and they are always mixed together and thus produce different 'Shades Of Grey'.
It never is black and white
It's not good or evil
You can use something considered evil
For the purpose of good
You can use something considered good
For the purpose of evil
Dose the means justify the ends
There is never just black and white,
Good or evil
It is everything in between
It's all 'Shades of Grey'.
Cold, so cold. It's dark and silent, pierced by the constant mindless babbles from the other prisoners in their dreams. I feel so alone, it's almost deafening. I can feel the cold and indifference from my surroundings seeping into my heart, it's scaring me. I'm afraid but there's no one to help me, comfort me. I'd never admit it to anyone but it would be nice to know that someone was there, caring.
I would have never of guessed that this is where I would end up at the end of all this. It's changed me so much; even my closest of friends would have trouble recognizing me that is if they were still alive. I'm now not even a shadow of my former self it's disconcerting but it's for the best. Though I've lost all faith in the community, my views have changed drastically. It makes them all seem childish, not seeing past a point and trusting blindly. It's a wonder their still alive, the cowards. It's hard for me to think like them, think like I used to, I'm still trying to figure why I'm here. I can see their reasoning behind all this along with their cowardly but I can't see how they came to their conclusions, I mean surely, this is me their wonder boy, I would have thought they would have at least some conclusion as to my personality, wouldn't they. I could only hope with all my doubt.
So for you I might as well tell you how I ended up in this cold and filthy cell, pondering their conclusions of me and all the if only in my life. Well here it goes...
The was had finally ended three years ago, too many deaths, so much sadness and grieving, so much hate. It had gone on for too long and all those built up feelings had been let out in the final battle. The result was devastating on both sides.
I was left to fulfill a prophecy made by some old fraud of a woman who believed herself to be a true seer. It told me that I had to finish him off, to kill him or be killed by him. I had to be the hero and rid the world of his evil.
It was a hard time that I had to endure through, even after all the training that they had put me through – and that was no picnic – it was so much harder than I could have ever been prepared for. And for all of my efforts, all I got was a pat on the back from the one who was supposed to be looking out for me, the one who pushed me to fulfill the prophecy.
But when my world found out how I rid them of their evil, they turned away from me and put me in jail as if I was a common criminal and not their hero.
Though what was worse was that the one who was supposed to be looking out for me did not speak up, when I was sentenced to 10 years of prison. All because I rid their world of him and his evil and they did not approve of my method. Doesn't the means justify the end. I would have thought so, I mean we were at war, how else did they expect me to fid them of him.
But they all see it in black and white; they don't see all the shades of gray. Its never just simply black or white you cant have one with out the other and they are always mixed together and thus produce different 'Shades Of Grey'.