The air around
Within and without
Stretches with no doubt
Looms
Red herrings of doom
Ever seen, a red balloon

Sin
In a balloon
Like a balloon
It’ll pop

Lava!
It burns.

Do you wish to feel in color?
To fall apart in violent hues
To spill like falling paint on a plain canvas

But you’re not art
You could never be

You’re too vague
You’re too vivid
You’re too phlegmatic
You’re too frantic

You’re too beautiful for your own good

How dare you pull against the current that is my mind?
You crash on the shores
Distorting the sands of my memories
Does the moon tell you to do this?
On nights like these when sleep is fleeting