Pink silky pillows of soft skin
Hidden in memories resting deep within
I can see beams of blue and maroon
Outlined by pale skin dancing with the moon
I can see gentle gestures from strawberry tongues
And i can hear whispers urging us to come
But these are now only memories
Kept in the dark slowly slipping away

Silent nobodies
Hidden in our rooms
Time passed on
Turning yellow to blue
Concrete surroundings spell out curses
The cold torment of our tomb

Shades of cyan
Dancing on the sky
A luminescent surface
On the backdrop in my eye
Pantone twinkles peeking through the trees
A gentle breeze waking up the leaves
Even respiration as I walk
Minutes paint the sky
With clouds of chalk

Glance through dirtied glass and see
Masses of fog, filth and disease
Grimy, and fundamentally weak
Crawling out from the bowels of the earth
Squirming like the worms feeding on dirt
The prime race soon to be extinct
Buried in murky mud far beneath
A light-less torch burning miles of trees
With darkness stretching to the corners of the world
Reaching into the depths of the deepest seas