Into the black mind.

I want to colour

All the story boards

That linger in my mind.

I want to paint them

Happy colours.

I want to give souls

To people living in my head

I want them to be as alive

As any one around me.

But there is no one around me

And the story boards have no story

They are just torn fragments

Of fucked up ideas

Of gloomy hallucinations

I want to colour my emotions

Make them happy emotions

I want to colour my desires

Make them long for something beautiful

But I am trapped in distortion

Distortion is dark.

I am drained. Colourless.