The ink starts to run
A taste of quicksilver
Burned out from the sun
Loss of all pheromones
And blood on the street
Losing your sanity
Faith feels so bleak
Never before the asphalt was stained
Except when the rosebushes gave you a prick
Hell freezes over with seconds to burn
Then all your ideas now start to click
So many colors blur right past your eyes
Suddenly longing for more black and white
Future's uncertain while questions remain
But hey, you should be happy you still have your sight
Copyright 2014 © Stephen Gedney
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