Eating Paint

Its said Van Gogh ate yellow paint

To wash away the dark taint

Of demons inside.

But so far all my tasting

Leads to colors just wasting

My time; I'm denied.

Eating green, blue, and red

All the colors I’ve bled

Into the wayside

Of my original target.

Attempting to forget

The times I lied

To myself. I am owed

More time on the road

Testing colors untried.

Hoping one day to find

A concoction designed

To yield a guide

To who I want to be -

The pigment will yet free

The chaos I hide.

I chose a casing of black,

Though if one were to crack

it open - rainbows abide.