marysville (orange, sun, black)

“marysville (orange, sun, black)”

it is like…
slamming shutters in succession.
see something worth seeing.
over-underestimate.

is there something that’s missing?
is the reason for breathing...
the reason your bleeding?
is it for something or nothing at all?

this second will be long gone
when you finally get this glare. so…
sight will get you nowhere,
unless you taste the phobic flow.

it is like...
grinding teeth into gun powder.
bullets will shower over you.
under-estimate.

but you can hide under me.
you can embrace this scene.

like awe-struck eyes in flashlights…
a paranoid is gleaming,
staring at the sky below.

do not worry;
i have seen that grotesque hue before.
hold on to me.
i grew this foundation in soil fortified with bones.

this second will be long gone
when you finally get this glare. so…
sight will get you nowhere,
unless you taste the sky below.

you find yourself, you lose yourself,
you find yourself, then lose grey matter.
free yourself from this fate because...
i can relate the latter.

don't you dare forget this.
mention this to no-one else.