It’s a flower that showed me the colours
My eyes betrayed these showers
Of pain, the yellow train
Never returning beyond the plain
A sight, a never holding right
The incessant dreamlight fight
Everything arose to defend
The right for me to end
Some part of me
and release it to be free
Unknowingly plus wittingly
The despised nature of the three
Interplay the words mumbled
Hearing with ears surrendered
Closing some senses to feel
The heat of the burning kneel
Downplayed everything too
a violet haze of sole blue
Unturned, the shades of the prey
And these lights which I see as grey.