letters from afar

the pills

there are violet, blue, green, red
and all the colors they preferred
felt the mascara run on my cheeks
violet, blue, green, red as they flick

in the night I lay awake
looking up the iron roof nailed like those from flake
with visions of demons with purple eyes
the violet, blue, green, red provides

"they're not real, they're not real" i cried
as the tears I poured in my pillows dried.
flooded by questions blocked by sigh
the violet, blue, green, red designed

i wasn't always like this, i swear
a furious and lost soul in a tupperware
i used to be dreamer for everything shiny
before it all became rather uncanny

i feel the violet as it's been poured
two for the blues and greens are threefold
they say the red will calm my demons inside
but every violet, blue, green, red they arrise

"they're not real, they're not real" i cried
covering my ears from the screams, i tried.
do you even know how it feels to die?
while your body just sits there as everyone says hi?