I ache for the furthest of fantasies cruelly glittering in trickery I wallow in a salty pool as the sun burns my flesh to the bone A brilliant canvas stands before me and I paint it in the dullest white Yet my brush is a deep blue and my hands are red as wine I stare at the translucent creature observing itself in awe - I often long for green hopes of seclusion from a neon reality But my dreams are littered in the poison my eyes shrivel at the harsh orange polluting the field with her petals The clouds turn a murky brown excrement pours from above Even my mirage mocks me - She laughs at me in turquoise and sobs clog my throat like roses and burnt rubber it leaks from my pores Candle wax coats her fingers an unsettling caress and a ticking clock the distance morphs into a bomb I stab it with my yellow spear and grey lead stains my teeth Her scent of paper turns to lavender my hands are empty as I climb I gaze into the mirrorβs remnants and my reflection slowly decays screaming with laughter as I wait for her