A Baffled Pallid
Dim hazes of your assorted gestures blissfully smother me
And I slowly grow fainter.
Being besieged by the tumultuous and handsome past
I stretch for the blinding white.
Your idea is calming and lustful with every saccharine stroke;
I do not need you—I want you.
I crave the challenge that furnishes me with colorless brilliance
However, this whiteness is omnipotent.
It is all-knowing and ever-growing to the point of no return
And I accept that I’m defenseless.
But I will not acknowledge your devious and pitiless dejection
As your colors are lies.
My tints and shades burst in ferocity and ardor that merge together
And ultimately become a bewildered solid white.
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