Still in my den

I am a Spectrum and I live within the shadow of my fear...Am I a single spectrum on the grey reflection of my black ink bubble...let me fall into chromography of oblivion...let me get lost, let me get lost...I just want a place to hide and hold my knees against my chest...I warm me up and I can feel the outside to wave you Hello when you will be in my black bubble surronded by the thick heavy smog that lies around my den.