There she lies,
The shroud changes colour.
My eyes upon her
I can see no longer.
Blurred,
Demurred,
I try to blend in,
But alas, not without her.

Growing cold,
It isn’t so hard to stay away
In a crowd.
Lights ablaze,
A documentary of happiness.
And all I can see
Are your colours.
Black and white,
Pebbles, grass, primitive skies, candy.

My hooded trust,
Will never return.
Bodies crawl,
Screeching fingernails,
Clicking tongues,
Gaudy laughter.
Lust for impregnation,
Craving, craving,
Slash my canvas.

Aida,
Saved from being bought,
You lie there,
Peaceful and serene,
Brows relaxed,
Austere, Unknown.
Drained cistern,
Wand of change,
Fused colours,
Wavering constancy,
Black.

Hope leaves hope,
Rising to occasions,
My perfect me.