Residing on the outskirts of the color spectrum
Clear lies in agony
Its definition much like the taste of water;
undefinable, yet unmistakable.
Forgotten and neglected,
Clear repels all other colors
Refracting them, like the prism in which it composes.

It is the cliff of hues,
Making all colors seem bright in comparison.
Clear itself is blindingly aphotic;
the lightest and darkest of shades.
It is deafening white noise
piercing the air with sullen, scathing sounds

Clear is menacing
carefully crafted out of shards of jagged glass
An eerie, translucent poltergeist,
haunting anyone who dare stands in its wake
It smells strongly of cipher
stinging the noses of its neighbors with its heinous stench

Clear is the feeling of drowning
A sense of complete and utter helplessness
It is a vivid, newly beginning nightmare
So far from reaching the end