What colour am I thinking of darling?
It's the colour of the electric light
That once shined so bright
In my ex-lover's eyes.
The eyes that could poke holes in your very existence,
But at other times could be playful and mischievous.
It's the colour of the liquid under a surfboard,
Deep in the ocean
Where the fish have swords.
The colour I'm describing is the colour of my ex-lover's eyes.
The ones that used to shine bright with electric light?
Well now those eyes are torn and shattered.
Much like my heart
With it's pieces scattered.
I was abandoned by the tip of my spear.
The only one that ensured enemies wouldn't come near.
Enemies, opponents, demons, monsters...voices...
They're all the same; all related to the noises.
The noises -no, voices- I hear in my head.
The ones that tell me I'm better off dead.
They used to be whispers when my ex-lover was still around.
But now they won't go away, feet chained to the ground!
Each day since you left
I've had an aching in my chest.
The whispers turned into screams, my sanity's tearing at the seams!
I need you here with me.
Why can't you hear my silent pleas?
The colour I'm thinking of darling,
The flowing wet colour that spills from my eyes
Staining my face with it's soft hue.