Colour Blind

Colour blind,

Only black, white and grey matters,

Dark thoughts, form darker shade patterns,

Shadows smother my brains balance,

Alcohol consumes my great chalice.

Lullaby,

Send me to sleep I feel ill,

My life is like a black and white film-

By Alfred Hitchcock, I’m held against my will,

A Psycho. He loves to give me chills.

Murder mind,

He sends me thoughts as a seed,

Shooting pains grow, inside I bleed,

I can’t let them go, I worry, he feeds.

He kills me softly, then repeats.

Other eyes-

Stare, as colour bounces off me all around,

It’s like I have a force-field blocking out the realms-

Of light entering my soul, so I stay drowned,

In black, white and grey, not making a sound.

Colourised,

What if black, white and grey shattered,

Rainbow colours blended with the shade patterns,

They created a place where I had brain balance,

If only I knew how to fix this, with my grey matter.

Duke Al Durham