Bled

I will hang Emerson with my words.

Why can’t I be normal like everyone else?

Why do I have to swallow a noose for a gospel?

Why can’t the world sink into my pretty eyes

With colors, oh colors- desperate, thick colors?

Colors I can comprehend!

Colors I can inject into my veins!

Like heroin-

And feel, convinced, that everything that ever was will be

Well, alright (?)

Don’t you see the sorrow in my eyes?

Like a stain

It dances as a ballerina dresses to Tchaikovsky

With soft shoes, a socket heart, and ten inch thick skin, something called blue solace

I’m dying to believe in the canvas you swore was Salvador Dali

Because all I see are shadows

Dense, dense shadows.