Drawing hate between all that fantasy

I am testing my fantasy,
Singing it out for you to accept it
No, the words are not a new Figment
I can complain, I am dying for the picture
My life in thousand colors
Trembling to hold my brush, it waits
Waiting for perfect moment.

Take away the shades from my eyes,
I am waiting for a soft touch of sight
Why does it have to be so tough?
My self-centered fight.

Oh you stop,
Stealing my sight
Why is the color in your eyes framed?
And all it let me see is bloody, red
Overdue feelings of denial
Here, don’t open your eyes.

Once upon a time,
I drew a story of you.
With the wonderful flavors of life
And I gave you the reality between them,
But you opened the other door to book
My ticket to hatred.