Colours

This day has been killing me slowly
In the dark
Never have another bright one
No colours
Night forever never felt so open
I'd love to lose myself in that dance
The killing lights are bright again
Prefer the soft-shaped moon
Lying on the purple wine-stained sky
Pricked with beautiful stars like holes in a blanket
And night has never felt so closed to me
Burning bright sun in front of me
Sweet water blues behind me
White paper clouds ahead
A storm's brewing
Grey and orange and vermillion and cyan
Dull and bright mixing like dyes
Mountains of colour undulating wildly
I'll fly away with no-one
And hide alone in the colours
Without you being one like I am
I'm no being
I'm no creature
Alive after my death
Breathing in no air
Conscious in my sleep

These days have been killing me