the colors seem to bleed off of the page, pooling onto the floor and forming an ink blotch
as i stare at the stain it morphs and shifts
nothing matters in the black oblivion and i feel myself sliding down into it
a free fall into a shimmering lake of mercury that coalesces and forms a second skin around me
a liquid metal cocoon envelopes and suffocates me yet i give in willingly
time loses all meaning as i fade into the icy cold nothing of eternity
eyes closed i let this sensation take me where it wants, concern and caring gone like the colors of the world
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
I’ve used colors as a metaphor for so many thing. This is a beautiful one
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thank you. i play in black and white with hints of purples normally. or that is what they look like in my head.
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The colors of the world can be an invitation to live! The brilliance of a genius mind can burdensome? The brilliance of colors can revive! Once again…Another non hesitant, description piece of vulnerability, by you. Many great lines!
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