the colors of black and white

The colors of black and white
for you, my eyes cry

To a friend....


My essence weeps, my soul is perishing in a rot of grief.
Trapped.
Pain and agony tare at my thoughts, and yet silenced are my screams?
In this box, it seems the world accepts these things.
Destruction?
Perhaps, even with my eyes wide open, I still can’t see,
or maybe every other of the shunners, are blind to the colors,
and this Rainbow vision of mine.
A colorful bouquet of torment is thyn.
How could you destroy such innocence?!
Can you not see the color you splashed upon her white dress?
And you, a lover of sin can only grin, and laugh at my utter shock.
How could you?!
I’ll shout with all of being!
The body is weak, however I will not fall back!
Am I not human if I’m the only one who can see the colors?
The white virgin becomes stained with the blood smothering her,
gagging her, and in turn, I too.
when innocence chokes, loss laughs and misery in pure delight!
I shout for the broken’s behalf!
And advocate!
With torn wings and wield of ray of light! Death to greed and spite!
…you say it was only a kiss… but rotting flesh reeks of your lips,
hate me!!
With vain rage gnash your teeth!
Yet, no one will laugh when her spirit ceases to breath.
Arise! My brethren in lives passed on, who too fought for the light.
Who saw deceits real colors!
… And soon I will follow your end.
Into the dust.
I pray my dear friend… wash away the colors that burn my eyes- and damage all to the core!
I cry, not of pity … or of gore,
but of Godly sorrow.
In my eyes, the world is more beautiful in black and white.