From Me to You

     
     
Congratulations,        
       
The sun rises in hues of black,        
basking in shades of overcast;        
I presume you've experienced
the light by now.        
(You mustn't read in the shadows,        
every word turns its sinister head).        
I've seen you in chilling        
shut-eyed meanderings:        
my psychotic visions.        
Always secluded in character,        
I understand that you see    
colours no one else does,    
(tinged red, tinted blue).    
Living the way no one  
else would dare.        
I wonder if they receive        
letters in the afterlife,      
sealed lethal with  
crimson loathing.      
       
Ruthlessly in suspense,        
Your past-self.        
       
       
       
       
       
       
Entered in the 'To your future self' competition.