Some days I am white-
white Happy fair even decent
floating in an agreeable mist
minding not the idle oblivion
of those around me
Other days I am blue
Blue azure indigo
floating in an ocean of near apathy
disdain and
frustration at the explosion of idiocy
of my companions
Then there are grey days
grey hazytruly apathetic
Am I happy? nah Or maybe I am Or not?
Or sad Maybe sad But it cant be Or could it?
I could be scared or frustrated
but mostly on grey days
Im just cold numb and apathetic
But oh the black days
Black where my soul mingles with the devil
and my heart fractures the
safe barrier my family has put around satin
Wishing for blood
Sacrifice death gore pain
for myself?
Maybe Maybe not
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