Technicolor Sight

Hybrid color shines within his dark eyes.
The music inside is silent to others, though he feels more and more alive.
Colorful sketches cross by his mind, overtaking the grey scenery around him.
The flashes of black shadow, to him, are hues of haematic.
He stares in amazement.
Is this what it's really like to see in technicolor?
"I have been blind," He screams,
Now strangled with color.
But he does not fight it.
Instead, he allows it to embrace him in a whole new world,
A new place: one of hope, one of honesty...
One of just.