Splashes of Hue, Vincent, and Me

they're not listening still explore with me if you will vibrant colors that could kill explode with me into Vincent Van Goht's insanity where we shall see the beautiful side of Huemanity paint my picture grey, red, yellow, and blue color me like lovers sometimes do and draw pictures like Vincent once drew surrendering shadows of me suffocated by shades of you splashes of Vincent suddenly come into view watch grey doves take flight into this starry starry night flying high with all of their might among a cascade of red shooting stars leaving behind purple scars diving into the vivid blue rain they pass through a lover's pain stroll along a memory's lane and crash into an artist's stain where only hopes and dreams and memories of Hue and Vincent and me remain