Colorful Gone
Walking up the gray walls
Sliding down the orange glass
Crawling across the ceiling
Blood cracking under my mass
I fall through and gargle the shards
The clouds of blue and teal
A wishy-washy mix of colors
I don’t really know how I feel
Dawn blooms a bloody purple
And the eyes watch me, silent
Fingers on broken keyboards
The storm inside is getting violent
I sweep the monster off his feet
Tango with the bodies long dead
Kiss the vampire’s white hand
Bow to the lady without a head
From cups of bones before me
I’ll drink the tears of your lives
In the deserts far away somewhere
The men forget their dearest wives
And in the flash everything goes
The finger traces a final stone
Fire does not give up its treasures
The last soldiers their swords hone
With a last and dying, glowing light
The priest-clerk wheezes his prayer
Together the heroes mighty perish
With the monster in his lair.
