This one makes you different colours
green with envy and jealousy
pale in surprise and annoyance
red in debilitating internalised anger
white with seething frustration
ashen grey in compulsive defeats
pallor in miseries and emptiness
icy white in determined fervours
glassy opaque in confused bewilderments
cowardly yellow in your blanched soullessness carcases
and the myriads colour of nothing as is your occupied nonentities
all the while
this one remains as the rich sheen of regal mahogany
lustrous, shinny, beaming and radiant with light inner and outer
not prone to bloom and bust within thirty moons to shrivelled cases
as adorned human yaks find plumages recoil into lank silver moulting's, dull and unfetching like straggling matted threads
wretched crow feet, lines and wrinkles peels the witches to the open
and the sins of spawns hangs in crumpled parchment faces
yes, This one makes you different colours
as you plot and rage against the defined colour
of your Creator