I don’t try to decipher,
the white noise,
hanging loose,
over my mind;
Black despair,
red blood,
and ivory skull,
I am sensing less and less;
What is left is soaking 
in grey

Thoughts of you
made me
color-blind to everything else.

© soulreserve 2015

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