If Only I could see in color

Maybe we could dance a song

Sing a silence

Write a feeling

Perfectly on paper

If you could keep me squared away

In the darkest parts of your mind I’ll stay

the words race through my mind

i try to catch them as they are running by

one by one i piece together words on they fly,

they might not make sense

Im more broken than most people know

But it never shows

My brain scrambled

My mind locked

And I don’t have the key

Quick as a blade

Sharp as a knife

Hide quick,

before death claims your life

Fields of wheat

Cut with a scythe

No running,

from the blade that claims life

The light will not save you

Nor your blankets too

The reaper,