You watch the world go by, content
You need not change a thing

Warm, yet distant from the heat
Watching, unaffected and not affecting, you smile
You could watch the world burn and the heat wouldn’t touch you
You’ve already faded, you’re jaded, scars lost long ago

You’re an Orange Outsider
Insusceptible, unimpressionable
You’ve surrendered, yet you continue on
Looking on
Watching waves crash
With a worn smile
and dulled Orange eyes

at a glance I can count four shades;

I
the evening sunlight catching
the amber threads in her hair,
II
the polished maple of her violin
as her bow dances across the strings,
III
the blush on her cheeks while she tries
not to do her concentration face,
IV
the well-worn sienna wool
of the jumper that hangs off her shoulders

and my world burns with her

Meet mistress color.
She is your friend.
The Red Goddess signifies love.
The yellow optimism.
Green prosperity.
And purple peace.

Meet the male deity of color.
He is your friend.
The Brown deity teaches to ground.
Grey lets emotions flow.
Black invites silence
And orange anchors new dawn.

Meet gold and silver,
spiraling into mystical love and light!
The gold that celebrates
a creative light.
The silver that makes one vibrate
inside love every moment.

Meet your inner self
It is your friend
It mirrors endless possibilities
and carries dreams with rainbow light.

Creeping over like lichen on a tree,
It may already be too late for me.
Is it more real than what I think is real?
Like the pip in the fruit beneath an orange peel?
I peeled open my skulp for you,
You climbed inside and never grew.

Climbed into my head,
Foot first then belly in.
You made your home,
In the comfort of my skin.
I taste the left overs of a child sized carcass.
I thought of you as shapeless darkness.

There's blood on the sun,
There's blood on the moon.
Dripping onto the earth,
Running down a mountain,
Merging with the waves in the ocean.
Drawn by an ice pike,
Dug into your head.
Listened to the carols of the needle man,
Now you got a dead heart beating in your hand.
You keep the heart in a jar,
Bury it in the corner of your closet,
But you still hear it beat,
Everytime you try to sleep.

You ate the pips of the orange you peeled,
Now you're haunted by the dead thing you killed.
When you've drowned in the blood sea,
I hope the dead give you a kiss from me.