Soaking grey

pinon

Confusion, division,
insecurity, denial,
interactive truth and counter-truth.
Dissolve logic to breed sense.
Escaped in mind,
held captive by flesh.
Can not reach out,
hands amputated from fear.
Everything soaking grey.
Worthless words and fading faces.
Undefined verbs
detached from identity.
A note in the margin of life.
Each run carves a bigger hole,
lost colours making noise.
Vague yellow humming
make red seep through
the cracks of my skin.
My infinite skin.

chadwick

good stuff.