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The Colors of Poison (11/19/2006)

Blue and gold and black and pink and colors I don’t recognize
Swirling and colliding in explosions that are emphasized
Praying that the rest is lies that have their roots in nothing
Misconstrued interpretations caught my mind or something
Cause with every heart beat pumping, I can feel the poison flowing
No medicine will get it out, I feel my body slowing
Just staring in a daze at the visions that will take me
And turn me into nothing but a shell that’s not worth saving
Cause silence has been fading, a loneliness disrupted
I hear the faintness of a voice wanting to be trusted
It’s hard to lie, say “fuck it” when it’s eating at me inside
Flowing through my veins and repeating in my mind

I whisper to myself all these words that drive me crazy
Cursing every other thought that speaks and then betrays me
Is there nothing that can sway me from preposterous temptation
A little pill to swallow that can simply block persuasion
If not, then what can save me? Will I hear this all forever?
Will every fleeting glance I get leave me feeling severed
From the world of clear cut lines and proportionated sanity
I just want to sit alone with my mediocre vanity
And wash out every droplet of the image that corrupts me
Flush away the vision that has bruised me while it cuts me
The venom that disrupts me and weighs upon my chest
Flooding every single thought and invading every breath

These colors of my poison are the pinnacle of tragedy
Born to test my will and my grasp upon reality
In the rain, I made a promise, but the venom starts to break it
Longing for a taste of this poisonous temptation
Cause I can not restrain it, I can’t resist the whisper
I kill myself to pull me back, but it doesn’t even blister
It glistens there in black and white and then in vibrant color
The green and red to lift you up simply like no other

Notes: I struggled through this one and I think it shows. It’s all I could manage to get out, though.

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