Splash of Color
Its rather hard to remember when the days bleed together.
Bruised yellow, low melancholy soul
combatting vibrant purple highs.
Its diffucult,
when something resides inside of your ribcage
ripping you apart.
When all you have to give the monster
is the rolling black of a lonely 3 a.m.
Its hard,
when all I am is gray.
Gray matter heart beats too slow.
Gray matter brain splatter on the wall.
But all I see is red
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