A Baffled Pallid

Dim hazes of your assorted gestures blissfully smother me And I slowly grow fainter. Being besieged by the tumultuous and handsome past I stretch for the blinding white. Your idea is calming and lustful with every saccharine stroke; I do not need you—I want you. I crave the challenge that furnishes me with colorless brilliance However, this whiteness is omnipotent. It is all-knowing and ever-growing to the point of no return And I accept that I’m defenseless. But I will not acknowledge your devious and pitiless dejection As your colors are lies. My tints and shades burst in ferocity and ardor that merge together And ultimately become a bewildered solid white.