I collect crayons,
that I coloured eyes upon.
All where closed but I painted them
open...
Death can only have you when you
shut those lids of sight open to life.
But when there vacant it comes instead.
I coloured there lids that were
closed tightly shut,
Why should I give it the fulfilment
when I have so much fun left.
I use blue, green & brown,
such pretty colours, I use hues of both.
Remember eyes are mirages
of not one but three.
But I don't want it to take you,
that treats for me.
I colour you in, ill open your eyes.
But death will never have you,
as only I can colour in your eyes.
Only I can paint those baubles of the soul,
only I can colour in what's left behind.
l'll colour you in, ill keep your eyes open wide.
even though your gone
ill keep your memory vividly alive.
