Spectrums

Floating is my favorite thing

When no one is around

But then you come into the scene

And slowly bring me down

 

You say my name, touch my cheek

And the colors begin to fade

I can’t speak­�"I can only sweat

The grays make me afraid

 

You came in and just like a sponge

Stole every ray of light

Forced it backwards through the prism

And all you left was white

 

I was hoping you would stay

But I needed you to leave

This blandness isn’t good for me

Now all I do is grieve

 

I visited the cemetery

Laid flowers as I mourned

Over the gravesite of the psyche

That I had adorned

 

And now I have this new persona

I pulled off the shelf

I have gotten over you

No more fighting with myself

 

My reflection stares at me

In my grayscale life

Looking with disdainful eyes

As it pulls out a knife

 

It reaches through the wall of glass

And quickly slits my throat

Grayish blood runs down the seat

Now alone I float