If colors
were
drugs
black
   would be
the
only
beautiful reality
and
white would
be a
numb dream
and
pink
would be
a shade of
mold
and grey
would
be my light
and red
would only
scream and yell
terrible
terrible
terrible
reminders
and laugh at me
from the golden frames
of long paintings
and blue
would whisper
a cold lullaby
into my
soft
ear
and green
would be
only a
chemical
and
brown would be my
pity
and be
so
so
so
sorry
it covered me
yet would
remind me
we were
all
a bunch
of
nothings
and yellow
would only
make me
completely hollow
and black
would cradle me
and rock
me gently to sleep
in its arms,
my drug.”