Death:
I close my eyes and I see white.
I wonder why the change of colour?
I ask myself, has it already been a different life?
With crusty burns that slice to the gut in horror ?
Am I selfish to believe I deserve more than a soul sizzling in the face of another?
Love:
I close my eyes and I see blue.
I wonder why it's a candy land?
When I'm allergic to sugar, is it possible to crave more?
When it tastes bitter on my tongue and just feels bland?
When all it does is clutch my throat and make me fall in all four?
Do I feel the need to crawl on them and pinch myself of a dream until I feel sore?
Life:
I close my eyes and I see black.
Does it have to be so bleak? I thought.
Does he dream of me? I whisper.
Do I wish to forever sleep? I speak.
Oh to drop dead and dream. I scream.
