The cow skull stares at me
Its feathers flapping in the dead wind
I am consumed
The black fills the void
The red sits on me
Its soft and light
The blue looms over
I am over taken
Its cold
I am afraid
Green rushes in
Slowly
I am filled with so much
I hurt
It feels so good
The orange
The yellow
And I am wraped up
Taped up
And I walk out
