Fade

The colors are swirling
in twos and in threes
the colors are swirling
around me like bees
the colors are bringing
me down to my knees
to drag me to hell
and do as they please.

The smoke is conforming
to yellowish green
the yellowish green
to yellowish blue
the yellowish blue
surrounding my spleen
the colors relate
but split into two.

The colors here can
no longer be awed
I'm back in hell now
yet I've got it made
I know that I can't
express myself here
I've always been flawed
I'm ready to fade.