literature

Black Paint

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Remembering you is like inhaling paint
The scent gets me high but yet so faint
All of these memories burn with a silent smolder
Reminding me of the fact we're 2 years older

Time has aged me, but the paint won't dry
The colors grow dim but other times they shine
A feeling so free I'm floating in the waves
Struck by lightning as I recall your face

Sinking to the bottom of darkness is subliminal
I'm recreating memories like a backwards criminal
Whether it's digital, sketched, or an old polaroid
I can taste your colors- your poisonous chemicals

I'm always left drowning, but the paint won't fade
Concealing my body like a mysterious masquerade
Brush me up a little, but I can't brush it off
The world calls it life, but I call it loss

Strangely enough it leaves behind so many shades
Violet and crimson sirens shouting my name
They want me to run, to find what's left
But my sight is starting to blur with every breath

What's the matter?
Why do I feel so faint?
And the last thing I remember
is running black paint.
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