COLOR ME UNDEAD
Sunshine is a false friend.
The weather never stays the same inside this hurricane:
Sky’s grey, then blue, then white;
There’s sun and then it rains.
I just never know when it’s safe to rest.
I gotta keep on the move
Always, even when I lose my groove.
Paint me, pain,
For I am a canvas
And I’ve been blank for too long now.
The ground isn’t very stable.
I keep falling in these muddy puddles.
They take away my colors; leave me numb.
Mean cycle; recycle…
Mom, rock me back to my cradle.
Sunshine is a false friend,
The storm it never ends!
Paint me, pain.
Paint me again,
Over and over again.
Give me a face.
Give me hard times.
And, please, leave a trace.
Weather forecast calls for the peeling of my soul.
Layer by layer I melt away
Under the merciless waves
Of this self-perpetuated hell.
Acid rains devour my core.
I barely bleed as I lose my skin.
Colorless; colorblind; who am I?
Paint me, pain.
Help me be again.
Show me I’m alive,
Not living in vain!
Show me who I am!
Show me that I can
Be more than a stain…
There’s still blood in these veins
And strength in these legs.
And next time,
When it rains,
Come back faster to me, friend,
And paint me sane & chained!
Color me undead;
The drawing was fueled by Halfnoise’s EP The Velvet Face and Paramore’s latest song(which I’m so asdfghjkl about). So I was really feeling that colorful but mournful vibe. Which was already pretty strong with my post Pain is a color and I’m a rainbow. And the first draft of the poem was fueled by the drawing. And then the real thing was fueled by the storm and insomnia and also eating a green apple past midnight.
It’s 4AM, I’ll try to catch some Zs now. There’s so much I need to say; I’ll try to write a post and let it out, maybe this week, maybe later, I don’t even know anymore.
Until next post, don’t eat apples after midnight and get some sleep ❤