Blue Lifetime

I begin to realize
That although the Green Room passes
Like dizziness in the early morning
There is no concrete grand finale
No exclamation of
“You’re cured!”
And so I am left wondering
Is this the honest, real end?
Or am I still as lost as ever
Reeling, spinning, falling into
The same Blue promises and lies?

Things become less certain
As we all fade into Blue.
It closes my eyes
And binds my hands behind my back
Leading me along by gossamer threads,
So gently that in my stupor,
I could love the Blue.
It softens all the shining glass.
It rusts my hidden weapons.
It kills the one I used to be,
Creates a Blue impostor.
A false persona not thinking straight
Yet smiling all the same.
A twisted, frightened extrovert
Wrapped and bound, imprisoned by
The color Blue.

We all exhale
Until the day that we ourselves
Become the perfect shade of Blue
Cold, unmoving, buried deep,
Repulsive skin stained dark and wrong
Yet finally asleep in peace,
Silence, blindness our only relief.

For the color Blue
Is a deathly thing.