I can feel the changes going on in this prison. The chair that I sit on for hours has lost its colour, now a grey when it was a brown before. The eyes look far more dead without their false colours, acting as if the eyes were normal. I do happen to prefer the fleshy walls not being that gross fleshy pink, now it is much less unsettling to simply have my eyes open.

I suppose it does make sense to have lost the ability to see colour, I’ve already lost everything else. I already am mono why not be monochromatic. I’m all alone.

Someday they will comeback, although it won’t be the same. Maybe this one’s fate will be different then the rest, perhaps then I will be able to be at peace and calm my rage. But until then I will put on my hat and take more colours away, one by one by themself.