Fill my Grey with more,
Paint my sight, dry and sore;
From discerning between dreams
And this dichromatic reality.
All that I shall ever know,
Is the sum of all you shall ever show,
In moments of vulnerability,
Or perhaps less than awkward ambiguity.
Give me sight, let your colors forth,
The White of your truth,
The Black of a lie,
Let it out on the canvas that is I.
Bathe me in the Blue of your soul,
Let the Red of your heart flow,
Drown me in the Green of envy,
Then resuscitate with the Yellow of warm energy.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 1:19 PM UTC
Fill my Grey with more,
Paint my sight, dry and sore;
From discerning between dreams
And this dichromatic reality.
All that I shall ever know,
Is the sum of all you shall ever show,
In moments of vulnerability,
Or perhaps less than awkward ambiguity.
Give me sight, let your colors forth,
The White of your truth,
The Black of a lie,
Let it out on the canvas that is I.
Bathe me in the Blue of your soul,
Let the Red of your heart flow,
Drown me in the Green of envy,
Then resuscitate with the Yellow of warm energy.
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