Black
I'd like to dream in vermillion and fuschia Paint rhythms in my mind, grow warmer to the waves But these hands, they can tear the most fragile creations Even though it may not seem so. I'd like to ruminate over the tendrils of time Bit by bit, all of it's intricate meshes But this soul, it takes pride in blissful ignorance Even when the heart says no. Sometimes I dream with my eyelids Sometimes, I don't have the right track Except for occasional bursts of vermillion and fuschia Always I dream in black.