Liquid orange fades into vertical rivers of bark
Cotton candy skies dress the horizon in red
Carpeted blades dance, green razors singing with the
Harmonies of the wind, a cold light pierces through smudged glass
Surrounded by beige skinned cliff faces
And a sea of flesh-tinted carpets wrap fingers around
Iron posts, followed by a plain grey drape
Keeping its contents safe from the carcass of the day
We live in the shadows who trespass
Into a technicolor dream world
Whose arms unfurled await the day
We step into the light
A small glimmer of hope against the endless night
We've trapped ourselves in, undressed, newborn
Subconsciously separating our skin, from dangerous perception
If you taste her once, you'll never find cover again
Laced with lust, and perpetual motion, the day
Transposes thoughts, composes poems of love
And lives lost to her touch, hungry eyes devour seconds
Never sated, the gnawing pain never abates
As tides rush in, wash the colors into your skin
And you die again, dye in everything
As the inevitable gray wears into the day
Dress in black infection the lovers that you made
Remember the colors that you made
Remember the wonders that faded
When you laid down, committed to drowning
In the end.
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