Testing the Water

Red fluorescent smiles cloud my mind
and dull blue memories clear them away.
This purple clarity only confuses me,
and adds mistrust to a sea of dying love.

For you, green may be the color of nature,
but for me it's only the color of a face in sickness.

Eternally, green colors my movements;
feeling too comfortable a facade,
a roommate too hard to kick out.

Aromatice breezes recall to me
sweet crowns of orange, a calming,
healing color that bathes my skin
in warm comforts tragedy

and smiles with rainbow-like quality fall from my
desperately red mouth.