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The signals are confusing
I can't make sense of the colours pouring from your mouth...

On edge-
Fractured once before,

the chasm still openly weeps...

A fool with a quill at the ready,

In the wishing well of love it began to sink

infused with love's delicate ink

I tried to paint pictures of rainbows;

you covered them with brooding clouds.

I said let there be light;

You struck me with bolts of disaster.

Let there be love;
You hit me with torture...

You drown my colours,

I drown in yours.

Let me be, 

No more lines, no colours bleed;

Nothing to read...

There is only,

black stains on blank.