close the doors...

your kaleidoscope left a face on my bruise
door crying again through blasts of cocaine, stained
blood, dried on your hands left fingerprints on mine
black ink streaming from the bites i take
a lostness that's never visible
paroxysm's of colours that spring false hope
non-existent hope, infected rainbows
the ditch you dug is paper thin cuts on the wall i choke to show you the realness of slimy stars
charging with a not so apparent figure, but pure it spoke through it's rusty scalp ascending in a puddle of shit
you can replace the empty mess