as the blade
runs down
my chest
i bleed
technicolor
in a world
of gray
nothingness
each droplet
of spectral
malfeasance
poisoning
the colorless
painschism
that exists
in this
contradictory
hellscape
of monochromatic
self serving
delusionary
malpractices

i am nothing
in a world
made of ashes

daydreaming of
her