Noir

i don’t want your colours

i don’t need your bright

i don’t need a gradient bleed

and i don’t need that fucking light

i don’t want your happy

i don’t want your Kodak smiles

i don’t want to relive

those cheesy fucking miles

i want it dark

i want it drab

i want it jabbed,

prepped

drained

laid out fucking cold

on a mortuary fucking slab

i want it morbid

i want it drear

i want those fucking hackles raised

out of the darkness

out of

shear.

fucking..

fear...

i don’t need your fucking colours

i don’t need your fucking nice

it is here that i truly thrive

amidst the fucking shadows

and the incumbent fucking vice

i don’t need your fucking colours

i don’t need your fucking bright

there is a dignity here in this darkness

away from all that fucking light

i just want the obscurity

i just want the fucking dark

i just want to snuff

every single fucking spark