The Sad, The Happy, The Mad; The Everything

18. Instances of Colours

Note~ this part belongs with the other in This Vast Forest.
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He's got a murderer in his heart.

Telling him he doesn't belong in this place. These parts.

Quick flicker of the eyes... . .

To get the hell out of here,

Never come back.

Step back
Step forth
Cave
Tremble for the attack

Can't erase what it's done...

to.

Too.

Colours of Instant.
Quick to turn burgundy
Stain all his skin.
But you can't see, it,

It.

What with all these murders he has committed
has done to the parts of Lovely.
His struggle to be undone,
Became °.....°
unearthly. °.....∆.....°
°.............°
° °

Sane foolishly
Insane smoothly

Dangerous,
Absolutely.

Struggle to coexist

Two parts,
A thousand pieces,
One place,
Clouded yet
so e m p t y

Dripping dark from his heart,
It refuses,
Denies him the chance to tear apart.

Muffled plead,

The noise,
A g o n i z i n g

Pains
Aches
Silence
Constricting violence.

Only sounds matching his colours
Those 6 minutes,
On repeat
Will it lessen.
Does it loosen?
Burgundy happens.
It always happens.

Stuck cries
Drenched clothes,
Dark eyes.
Ripped corners,
Of mouth, ties.

Show The heart lies
No rest for
Burgundy
Chest Lines

But there's always beauty in triggers.
The unexpected never seizes to deliver.
So much,
In instances of turns
In his Instances of Colours.