The Colour Green

fairness in all its glamour isnt fair so is beauty in its pampered image,day breaks only for night to cry and for the moon to disappear taking with it the howls of the wolf.Beginnings mark the start of the end and with honesty comes the end of lies,My day starts with you and ends with myself,the irony of existance,the natural distance and abnormal closeness. plagued are the words from my mouth,the gift of loki,my punishment is their consequences,the misunderstanding of what I perceive as plain and natural.The dizzyng light that welcomes me from my darkened slumber,my end of days and beginning of nights,matured dreams churned to cinders by my reality,it turned stale by the progress of my dreams.haunted by my nocturnal thoughts my vision blurred due to skitsophrenic sight,...thus all i see when i close my eyes with my face in the palm of my hand is the void of this solitude that you will one day leave me in and the colour green.