They're distorted.
The hues and shades.

They welcome shadows of darkness.

The darkness clouds me.
My judgment.

Still,
They change.

Sometimes they're pretty,
Sometimes they disgust me.

Sometimes they make me wanna die,
Sometimes they remind me of your eyes.

The green leaves of trees, mixed with the blue of skies.

Or a murky stone.
The rich soil of a garden.

All in your eyes.
All in chaos.

The only peace is when the sun sets,
The darkness rolls in calming and peaceful.

Resetting my mind so I don’t self-destruct.

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