A darker shade of black
told me that there was no fear, no god, no kings.
He told me there was no pain.
There was only the edge of the razor.
Held gently
Poised carefully
so as not to penetrate.
A deeper side of blue told me
there was no spirit
there was no body
there was no after
there was no one.
She said to hold the eye shut.
So as to not let any vulgar foreign mind fall in.
A deeper failing of red
told me the sun was not on fire.
But that I was.
A phantom flame
that ingulfed all it touched.
Destroyed all that it loved.
Ash to dust.
Fall like snow petals.
From the empty rose of the world.
There was something there.
Only nothing.
On the edge of forgetting.
On the cusp of nowhere.
Only you.
