(there was a time, many years ago, when I was interested in Satanism. I was rescued from it. It’s not something I talk about much anymore. And I’m not looking to now. But I so love this song, it perfectly captures that time of my life. And for whatever reason, this bubbled up to the surface)
every colour of the distant rainbow
on the tip of time’s paintbrush
thrown against the wall of my dreams
colours thrashed together by the momentum
leaving the greyest indentation,
its essence sliding down
into its own swell,
its rumbling almost indiscernible
as it slowly gathers speed
chasing me down.
I turn, giddy,
the colour red breaking free, taking the lead.
completely enraptured by the engulfing
senses birthed to death,
the trap, so perfectly, intoxicatingly, un coloured
the red whirlwinding me down into the black. The black that swallows black.
choked by the screams of other
this is not the kiss you promised me
Oh God, I (don’t) want that kiss…