Date: 11.10.2007
Time: 11:40 p.m.
Come, come
Cast that brush aside
You have forgotten how to wield it
Let those empty tubes lie
They were never your friends
Does your hand not shake
With fear, with fear
When you touch those colours?
Come, come
Forget those dreams you wove
They shall remain within you forever
You could never paint them
Or have thoughts be touched by colour
Does your heart not race faster
From fear, from fear
When you touch those colours?
Come, come
Walk away from the unchangeable past
Even so, with the future, yet to arise
That lies bleak and of monochrome you love
And will never be tamed or attained
Does your mind not panic and scream
With fear, with fear
When you touch those colours?
Drop them, I say
Keep away, keep away
Colours will wrench you apart
With pain, with pain
Of old memories, now dim
Of old tunes, now fading
Those new lights mean nothing, nor are daunting
When you are candidly colourless.
End: 11:50 p.m.
6 comments:
The truth,isn't it? Colourless,they become. Colourless,they remain.
Profound.
A colourless 2D existence is thus preferred over the mess of a colourful voluminous one eh?
very fascinating,loved the play with words..
The colourless do not possess the right to fill up their achromatic lives, until the onset of an emotion so powerful that it can turn it all around....
Colours. We are both fascinated by colours, aren't we?
Colours that... harm and hurt and hideously and morbidly twist you out of existence?
memories are like bloody shadows they'll accompany you to your grave..sometimes i really do not understand why i even go out of my way to make things happen.
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