complementary colors

The colors bleed and we run to hold true

Standing by lines, drawn only to keep us inside

But still colors bleed and erase our truth

Scared of what we’ll bleed into

In my reality I give no more than I have to give

At any moment I could give you all

But no sense in speaking of tomorrow and yesterday is gone

The only shadow I follow is the one that sets at dawn

Sailing this ship in search of an invisible dock to crash upon

Letting time dissolve as I try to lap the sun

The colors bleed and we run to hold true

Standing by lines, drawn only to keep us inside

But still colors bleed and erase our truth

Scared of what we’ll bleed into

These hands they hold more than they need

Lost in the paths in the palms

Hoping for a grip to appease these restless bones

Something to mold into as opposed to just hold

Only to let go when the veins begin to show

Scared the numbness will engulf me and my soul

The colors bleed and we run to hold true

Standing by lines, drawn only to keep us inside

But still colors bleed and erase our truth

Scared of what we’ll bleed into

My silent words are more than what they may seem to be

They are my company in this stagnant cold, my warm memories

The thought of warm skin, soft lips, keeps me enchanted like a kite in the wind

Giving into a sick mind, in dark times, black out the sun and live within

And dance silent under my control in a world I manipulate

Where opposing colors can never meet to create grey

The colors bleed and we run to hold true

Standing by lines, drawn only to keep us inside

But still colors bleed and erase our truth

Scared of what we’ll bleed into