It’s those monochrome voices that break the joyous bubble,
bursting the rainbow shadows.
Those bleak voices that dissolve the party
and fill my heart with dissatisfaction.
It’s the same colour as my soul,
but there’s no need to spread the misery.
My heart used to be just fine – you
invited the greyhounds of horror
to my doorstep, to my soul.
And the colourblinds now stare
with their mouths open
with their mouths foaming
but they just stare
as if they can see through my hollow soul
and they just stare.
And they just stare.