A Pigment Of Truth

My heart's sinking fine,

Your colours will show tonight.

I don't deny it. Do I deserve to feel superior?

White out of the midnight blue.

In your drawers is a tunnel made of rubber,

You destroyed the horse. Not me.

Lead me by the hand. Yes you!

Those scribbles on the walls, I made them.  They weren't true,

The darkness lies too.  I'm not blue.

Don't listen to what the colour tells you.

The End

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