the skies are checkered with black and red,
an eye lingering on subtly and sunsets,
a mind pondering life and death,
something doesn't feel right-
somethings can't be righted.
some people can't be changed,
an eye lingering on the twilight,
a mind feeling all disdain.
the night sways between black and blue,
shades of incandescent light powering through,
this world could use more color,
a mind pondering a bland view.
something doesn't like white-
somethings can't be unwhited.
the ceiling skies are overflowing with dripping whiteness,
patterns catch my eyes in every collection,
a mind lingering on false eyelid brightness,
no sleep while pondering multiple perceptions-
something feels so wrong
something feels so wrong
i can't sleep
when i know there is something so wrong
when i know i can't change
when i know i can't
i know i can't