Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Fading into Greyscale

Tangled up in severed threads,
my oldest friends they want me dead.
A rainbow sketched in black and white
drowns my eyes in silver light.

You fill me up with old laments,
a message that I never sent;
a memory that I can't recall,
a tale that's grown a bit too tall.

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