Morals are of color paints

Morals are of color paints

Anesthetic pumps though veins

into the heart

numbing the mind

consciousness evaporates

the world is left to fade

into tangible darkness

until the night eats its self

turning back to day

the clocks are stopped

footprints rewind

and the time is marked

as you stand beneath a podium

all empty eyes upon you

all deaf ears a tune

Be careful

or your words may just be your ruin