The world is turning purple in a melancholy way.
The seams of all our agonies get stronger, as they fray.
Ecstacy's a shade of green that sometimes can't be seen
Against the darker joys of life we encounter in this dream.
Passion fires red in a sexually violent hue;
Opposed, calming harmony which glows a peaceful blue.
The state in which we see feels the colors as they change.
Yet are they received within the greyness of our brains?
We fight to keep the colors out; their hues may cut the soul.
And fight to keep the colors in, so no one else may know.
Don't let the sickly yellow of fear cloud your imperfect sight.
Just let the colors flow, and let yourself shine bright.