flourescent

my first cold blink of bare truth
when everything fell into reality
took place in the air
where clouds beneath me
gave way
and sent me headfirst
towards gravity.

this is the part when
you lose your right to dream.

every wash of hard, icy life
drowned me in a pitfall of dull
colours that never seemed
to fade,the hideous artwork of my mind.
i am like the sky
churning towards dark
swallowed in behind the grey
taints blanking out
the rainbows and
taste like afterlife.

the rain is singing
a beautiful pain i can understand.