These black eyes follow me around the room,
Acrylic colors paint out doom.
I see the constant night,
but I hold my head up because its just like right.
I can't stop these thoughts; these swirling colors-
Agony feeds the hunger.

I was deserted by my love of flight.
I'll soak up passion in the fleeting light.
And when I can't stand anymore,
I'm hoping, I'm dreaming that mercy will come once more.
But it's to had to think of what might come
They cut off the circulation so that the pain was numb.

I'm scared by tints of yellow,
This atmosphere seems too calm and mellow;
I lay down, tear streaked in my bed
I listen as the voices contemplate suicide in my head.
And I will stare at this painting in blue,
Because all I can think of is the death of all of you.
 
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