Solid black
Painted on a canvas
With two inches at the bottom left white

A dark fog with a taint of purple
Thick and swirling: a cerebral storm
That you try to navigate with headlights on

The song that comes on when it starts to rain
And you start to fade away
Slumping into your seat, announcing your defeat

It stings in the shower
With red dreams swirling down with your self-esteem
Leaving strawberry stains across untainted cream

The shattering makes no sound
A skyscraper implodes
And leaves the houses next door left untouched

This may all sound like a mystery
But for all of you who can understand me,
I am sorry

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