Death is grey
Express this now, or you’ll be stopped.
Choke on sand if you get scared.
Hug bare legs if you are lost.
Your thoughts seem normal, strange they are.
Write it down or crack the glass.
Smear the blood and make your way.
Towards the world that sees the eye.
Blue it is, the mirror of God.
Your lips are the book that write the world.
Author is black, he doesn’t exist.
You killed him, when you stole the first kiss.
To you this poem connects no dice
Makes no sense, ruins the thoughts in your mind
The construction of logic is ruined again.
When your eyes suddenly turn,
Scarlet Grey.