The Color of Insanity.

Everywhere i look i see absence, Even past barbed wire fences, And it seems all life is past tense. My whole body then tenses. Is this a prison, Because the sight is not by choice, Life is becoming but a vision. Random glimpses leaves me with no voice. I cant speak about what i feel, Even if urged, I cant speak because that would make it too real. Hate not dealt with but purged. I don't really hate... not in that way, Its an expression of emotion too deep to tell, The deep cauldron of hope to untouchable to slay. Anguish only matched by the fire in Hell. Glasses half full leave me half empty, White noise is the right metaphor to use, Life that's too void to tempt me. Existence is an unsolvable puzzle yet I'm searching for clues. Dead Roses freshly picked and sold, In deep soil that seems too fertile, The use of life for gain shown so bold. My mind only seems to see deep shades of purple. The color of insanity.